Once a time when lead afield<br />
And left abandoned to fend<br />
Let a pebble find a way<br />
Weather washed the trail to an end<br />
<br />
The young are callow<br />
An easy lure fooled into fantasy<br />
There's no return for the left behind<br />
And not a way from the thick<br />
<br />
Tempt is easy when is without one<br />
Becomes unwise to the trick<br />
<br />
The young are callow<br />
An easy lure fooled into fantasy<br />
<br />
Their tender minds<br />
Take in no discern to the grim of reality<br />
<br />
Where do the hungry turn<br />
There's nothing to fall to the feast<br />
On the stray the witches ready<br />
When in convenant of the beast<br />
<br />
The young are callow<br />
An easy lure fooled into fantasy<br />
<br />
Their tender minds<br />
Take in no discern to the grim of reality<br />
<br />
The young are callow<br />
An easy lure fooled into fantasy