The Lost Frontier - Tina Malia

Lightning gathers

Along the great divide

Sirens echo in the mist

Will we hand it to our daughters?

Will we take it for ourselves?

When the stories are told

Are we part of the ones they’ll tell?

(Part of the ones they’ll tell?)

Spokes and steel

Of a thousand wheels

Are spinning on the sand

All the dust and tears

Of a thousand years

Are frozen in the ground

From the lost frontier

A fountain appears

Unabated as the sun

All the hope and fears

Of a thousand years

Created in your hand

Created in your hand

Fasten tightly

Bring only

What you need

We will be passing

Through the fog

Of the lies told

To our fathers and sons

And the ones we tell ourselves

When the will is won

Is there anything more to sell?

Spokes and steel

Of a thousand wheels

Are spinning on the sand

All the dust and tears

Of a thousand years

Are frozen in the ground

From the lost frontier

A fountain appears

Unabated as the sun

All the hope and fears

Of a thousand years

Created in your hand

Created in your hand