Just south of us Lies the place That no one goes Or no one dwells It is the past that has been And never will be again. Deep inside the inner courts The hollowed voices cried Sweet harmony and mirth Their ancient lullaby Sweet music floating high, Forever they thought it would last Every day a new blast Of laughter sweet And song so new A feast of life A feast of hue. One day the silence came they looked upon their boisterous fame The place had been blitzed by coming shells The kind that leaves destruction knells Obliterated out of sight All that remains is here Nothing left Just the south of us.
