I May Call My New Song, "The Great Pretense"

Parts of this are really old.  The melody I have in mind is one of those kind that never really ends or has a hard resolve.  A skip to school, happy go lucky sort of thing.  The cheerful melody is a contrast but also fits the point.  But it can be talking about whatever you want.

in the distant night
a baby sleeps
a flower screams
a mother weeps
and the fog from the hills
rolls and rolls
stealing the sight
from the valley below

as innocence
alive and free
is spent like a
cheap commodity
by laughing lords
and puppeteers
trading souls
for another beer

and time and time again
my life flashed before my eyes
praying for lightning in the
thundering rain
begged for lightning
yet here I am
and the fog from the hills
rolls and rolls
stealing the sight
from the valley below

 you thought
we were lying
when we said
they were dying
see them play
in the shimmering sea
no one hears
a drowning plea

the fog in the hills 

rolls and rolls

stealing the sight 

of  the valley below

innocence
alive and free
spent like a
cheap commodity
by laughing lords
and puppeteers
trading souls
for another beer

the fog in the hills
rolls and rolls
stealing the sight
from the valley below

the fog in the hills
rolls and rolls
stealing the sight
of  the valley below


All rights reserved, of course.  No one can use these lyrics for anything except to prove I'm whatever.

If I could write something good, it would look like Heaven, or Volare, or Whiter Shade of Pale
If I had a window, it would look like that one that got shattered