I walked out into the forest and sung to a small seed I had planted at my feet. The song I sung I had written many years ago to a lover, who I have come to know no more.
Where will you be when the world falls down,
When it drops ten stories and hits the ground?
Will you be up in the air, soaring into the clouds,
Or will you fall with the world and join the endless crowd?
Come with me to the top of the sky above,
Don’t fall with the rest that we’re both sick of.
Stay with me please, baby, I won’t let go.
We can keep going up with the world in tow.
Bring it up, up, up until the world stands tall.
And don’t worry baby, I won’t let you fall.
Where will you be when the world falls down,
When it drops ten stories and hits the ground?
Will you be up in the air, soaring into the clouds,
Or will you fall with the world and join the endless crowd?
If you come with me, I will hear you say,
It was all worth it at the end of the day.
The world was over, we watched it fade.
But we’ll build it back up, with the bricks we laid.
We lived out our lives without a worry in our heads.
So we were flying up high when the world was dead.
Where will you be when the world falls down,
When it drops ten stories and hits the ground?
Will you be up in the air, soaring into the clouds,
Or will you fall with the world and join the endless crowd?
We can watch them all down there,
Under the crosses that they bare.
We won’t have a weight on our shoulders,
But them, they’ll all have boulders.
I’m begging you to come with me,
I can set you free.
Or you can fall with them,
where the road will surely end.
Where will you be?
Where will you be?
Where will you be when the world falls down?
When it drops ten stories and hits the ground?
Will you be up in the air, soaring into the clouds,
Will you come with me, and live your life out loud
The result of my work was a beautiful, magnificent building. I smiled, and turned to walk into the village and back to my castle.