When Giants Walked...

Before "peculiar" was a sin, the world was playground for us all...
And giants were our gentle friends before we took that tragic fall...
And light was dripping honey on the mountains and the shore...

But no one speaks of giants any more

Before "peculiar" was a sin...
when "honor-bound" was something real...
Before all creatures learned to fear...
before we learned to lie and steal...
The giants danced in circles 'round the fires we built to share...

And now we cannot find them anywhere

And then "peculiar" turned to sin...
and "different" meant a friendship's death...
And all the rare and special beasts stopped in their tracks...
and held their breath....
And when the giants saw this...
there was nothing more to say...

And that is when the giants went away

Yes, when "peculiar" turned to sin...
they gathered in their giant hands...
The different and defenseless fey...
the strangest creatures in the land...
And carried them away before another day could dawn...

And still nobody knows where they have gone.

So now "peculiar" is a sin...
and honor is a useless token...
"Different" means a life alone and love is better left unspoken...
Everyone who lives outside the circles that we chalk

Would love to go to where the giants walk

And if the gods are kind to me...
I'll step into some gentle hand ...
And leave behind a world so blind it cannot see my face...
And go to where "peculiar" is a grace