Distant light substitute
   the cries of spoons.
Walking with a time-fueled flute
   amongst the walking fools.
Now light shine before the class
   along with shafts of golden youth.
Turn to your love and now frown,
   in this time laughter now belonging.
Letting you down more than birth
   you so unwilling desire.
Now weep long into the night
   your soul is now no more than another fallen child.