Old Squares Of Thought Lie Open To Sky
Composed Of Dreams And Brave Intention;
Live On Alone Here Nestling In Stones
Intruding Tenderly In The Curious.
Breathing Sacred Air We Stand Silent Within.
Voices Which Were Vibrant Once Still Echo Here,
Bridging Time As They Flit From Dream To Dream
And Heart To Heart Within These Falling Walls.
Home, This Was Home Once, For Humble Hopes.
Folk Struggled And Laughed Here, Loved And Died
And Never Imagined This Dereliction,
Or That Somehow Only Dreams Would Live On,
Live On By The Banks Of The River Cairn
In Thoughts Turned To Ruins Of Tomorrow