Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1970, 2020

Search the unknown for the future of Mankind
And hope to own a gentler peace of mind
For if you think that all is lost
Nevermore to find
Stay within your womb of Love
And your hands unbind

Search the unknown, the unperceived of Man
Know, now, your home and what you would ban
For, if you think that all is lost
Ne'er vernal to your own
Stay within your breast so fair
And to Man condone