The Keepers

Look in the mirror, see what you see Be what you be, and only you know What you've done, let the sleeping play for fun And we drink the water, we drink the wine We are the animals and we are the swine Let the keepers keep the time, let the sleepers dream so fine And we read the notes placed in our hands Forged in the sands from distant lands And let your hair grow and let them know That the dreamers can still shake hands But we live here now and it smells of death And the youth is wasting the Earth's last breath But we can still dream and shake our hands And sing a song so grand