The boom has been the burst.
Our hearts too tight to hold the glow
Like children before a heap of pie
We gnawed and wrecked the pile.
The road of life may bend
But who can turn it back?
The boom that was our burst
Sprinkled us with a cloud of grief.
First elephantine dreams,
And now crippling SAP
First sumptuous feasts,
Now barren hopes.
The road of life may bend
But pray who can turn it back?