There was a time 
when the seas were yet to be crossed 
and mountainsides 
yet to be touched by man 

and words still written 
by a human hand 
The simplicity of eternity 
filled our souls 
Visions of a world 
enchanting my emotional tensions 
Guidance to embrace 
providing my terminal conscience 

Utopia - a home 
An imaginary state 
caught on a Super-8 
But colors once so bright 
darkens over the years 

We're the sons and the daughters 
of pioneers 
The simplicity of eternity 
made our souls 
Visions of a world 
enchanting my emotional tensions 
Guidance to embrace 
providing my terminal conscience 

Utopia - a home