We were warm and gentle people
before the before,
Before our fears turned to war.
We lived in a world of plenty
And our souls were never empty
But in us lay the rage
of ten thousand mother’s
Weeping for their
stillborn dreams of tomorrow.

We were warm and gentle people
under the stars
Until they seemed much too far away.
We were one but we were alone,
And if we were alone, were we really one?
And in us lay the danger
of never knowing who we were,
Never knowing who we would
or could become.

Sometimes it seems like survival could kill us.
Well survival of the fittest anyways.
Sometimes it seems like survival
should will us to go back to the before,
To go back to before the before
When we were warm and gentle people.

We were warm and gentle people
before the before,
Before our fears turned to war.
We lived in a world of plenty
And our souls were never empty
But in us lay the rage
of ten thousand mother’s
Weeping for their
stillborn dreams of tomorrow.