Fact of Life

(...C'mon child, up, up, up. Come with me. I'll show you the window Where your father and I used to blow out the stars. I never should have come here..." These are the times that try men's souls We have it in our power to begin the world over again Structure, like dress -- the badge of lost innocence And the birthday of a new world is at hand Love is a fair and glorious gift. The fact of life remains Power and privilege. Reigns