Rick Wakeman
The Recollection (Excerpt)
Memories of a life on earth go flashing past
Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his last
Contemplating what his life's been worth
While trapped beneath the earth
An embryo at birth
Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen
Of caverns, where no other man has been
Silurian epoch hosts me as my grave
My final blow I wave
A life too late to save
Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries