The wonderwall came crashing, as the snow slowly melted at the vicarage garden. An I knew it to be true! Before its darkside played its tune. Before even the earth, encounted its moon. Stones that failed to wake, lights flashed blue. Calls rang unheard, heard only was dead as the second wave of phonics matched through. It was before the giants dwelt amongst us. The creator threw a clue. When surged the great flood I knew it to be true! Before the sun shined, shone two lives for as many hours. So sail through the fog of your willfull blindness. For the meaning of music the risks, volunteer. Its always been you, An I knew it to be true!