The water Wheel (1992)

The belts,....
Are whirling,...
The machines....
Are screaming,..
Alas......
No longer now...
The working throng.
Their voices....
Only... raise in song.

We come from
Caves.... and.... dens,
From chambers...
Deep below,
From many,....
A dark retreat,....
Shadows of peril...
And....
Of pain we throw,
Where ever...
We tread our feet.