At the edge of the canyon
Looking down upon the haze...
Which hides the future of this planet
Home, our earth through all the days
Which have been and will come
I hear the running feet of those yet to follow

At the end of such life as I call my own
I glimpse that yet to come;
Springing from me in the future
Trees of family shall run
I have carried the seed:
Conceived from me, all people multiply forward

When it's over they will dig me from the gorge
And proclaim that I am the first Man:
First soldier, first speaker, first tool-user
That with me civilisation began, in some order
I have stumbled...
Is it right or am I planned?

Still I feel it
Still I know that some day
The world will fall to this human hand
This clenched fist
If that's the way it's going to be
I can only say "Good luck!"
You Men who follow on from me
Must crawl your way out of here
Or all our lives'll be
Trapped in the chasm

The dying day:
I stand upon the edge, stare down
At what's to come below
In a way there's all the future in me
Destiny already known
Already tired in my heart
I start the long walk forward
Into Rift Valley
To rest in Rift Valley

Still instinctively trying to save my kind
I survive into the future