Amongst these cobblestones and brick walls
Our fathers in a different suit roamed
They sang clearly and loudly about
What we were to become; an industrial lot
But then, just as the sun that has risen
The fallout has taken back what we once knew
Left us senseless, racked with new disease
One which has filled up many new holes
Maybe there was foresight
Clouds parted and the voices were heard
Perhaps it was neither ethereal or hard
Just then, as it is now