Never again will the candlewick burn And never shall night become day The darkness has come to rid the world of happiness, laughter and play. No more dogs to howl at the moon Just a silence that's not to be broken. No more children to play on the swings There's now nothing left to provoke them. The dead, gnarled tree in the silent field From which an eagle had watched it's prey And the bells …showed first 75 words of 215 total…

…showed last 75 words of 215 total…children to play on the swings anymore And no eagle to watch and loom. The bells in the church are quiet and still And the flowers in the gardens have died. The fires in the houses are long out cold And the stopped clock is new, not old. What happened here will never be known And the story shall never be told. The candle flame will never once burn And laughter shall never be heard.