Rick Wakeman - The Journey - Recollection

--Recollection-- Memories of a life on earth go flashing past, Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his last Contemplating what his life's been worth, While trapped beneath the earth, An embryo at birth Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen, Of caverns, where no other man has been Silurian epoch hosts me as my grave, My final blow I wave, A life too late to save Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears, Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.