The Visitors - Paradox

Now is the time to change our story’s tone

Past friends are gone, their story has been told

We enter now a different time

200 years have passed of moments quite sublime

Our story takes flight into a magic realm

History not written but told

Told to our children

Told to our wives

Told at the fireside

All spoken of with pride

Sons follow their fathers their sons follow on

The relic quite forgotten life just carry’s on

He village lives its life unaware

Of visitors arriving in the night

They reveal themselves in the shape of men

Though ethereal, translucent, not real, not right

They greet us and say they have a story to tell

A change in your lives will come

Someone is coming to tell you a tale

Of history that took place before you were born

Forget all you’ve been told that’s all in the past

These people will tell you the real truth

The rest is just a myth

A group arrives, not what they expect

A woman riding on an ass dressed up in shabby clothes

Her name is Sarah they are told

A child from a story yet to unfold

The story she talks of is story that goes back in time

She says she’s descended from God