I have found my own way To build sandy castles on the swamp And put all my life in this (Look my son, one day all this will be yours) I know what it is to see your own work Lay ruined at your feet And blame God (Because he never saved me) I have seen the files of men Marching to the great fire Who's got to be the live torch this time? (One of you has got to sacrifice your life So that the millions of others go on living) We don't have another aim But blowing tiny bubbles And call them boldly metaphors Are we to find a new sun? Are to fire a new sun? Are we to build a new sun? Are we to burn a new sun?