The witch's neck,
you're so familiar.
Could it be our paths have crossed before?
She's sophisticated,
skeptical by nature.
Her cup of entry
is now half full.
I fought and died for some grand ideals.
Even grand
ideals fade away with time.
I wrote through cannonballs exploding
that a sense of glory could be mine.
I bore this child, may he find comfort.
His father's gone to seek wealth and fame.
To be a maid to this fine lady
is more than a country girl should claim.
Each life contributes something new.
Energy is pulsing through.
You made your choice,
so enjoy this great adventure.
There is so much more to learn when memories of old return.
Somehow you've seen it all before.
A new world opens to explore when who you are
no longer is forgotten.
Forgotten.
You stand accused of thinking freely.
The instruments of torture have been shown.
You
must recant this evil knowledge and
never entertain those thoughts again.
He showed the children such rare kindness.
The authorities just would not let him be.
Families were sold for a
bag of silver to work their master's fields for free.
This storm is wild, the wind rips the canvas.
The amphoras claim by a raging sea.
We walk these hollow roads in cronus.
These ancient lands are a part of me.
Each life contributes something new.
Energy is pulsing through.
You made your choice,
so enjoy this great adventure.
There is so much more to learn when memories of old return.
Somehow you've seen it all before.
A new world opens to explore
when who you are
no longer is forgotten.
Forgotten.