He said....

He said, that he was pining,

For those years before his time

Where the songs were sung much sweeter,

And manna would taste of wine

 

He said, that he was craving,

For when morals were black and white

Alone honour would determine

The path of wrongfulness and right

 

He said, that he was dreaming

Of the world on the silver screen

What writer could imagine

A cynical utopian dream