The Fruits

The forgotten days in the sun 
You miss them, but they are gone 
The ancient realm under sea 
Don't recall when we were free 

You, you slave day by day 
You work and you pay 
There seems no other way 
For you 
No mystery, no joy 
You tinker, you toil 
The fruits they did spoil 
For you 

Deep, deep down below 
Where blood and water flow 
Where memory cascades 
Through caverns we once made