Clay to Mold

Hello my unborn son Don't look at what we've done Made fools of ourselves, and everyone else Just like a bullet in the gun We've been going down the wrong road for years A selfish action: to bottle up your fears Always to delay, put things off for another day But that time, it seems, is hear No, no no, No, no no no no, No You can smell that change is coming, in the bitter breeze I welcome it with open arms, hoping it will seize Take over, take hold, this world is clay to mold Return us all to dust and to the sea No, no no, No, no no no no, No Now my unborn son I don't know if you'll ever come But take heed of what I say, like curtains at the end of play For now a new day has begun