The Singing Arc - Joy Electric

All of my lost inventions

Somehow I’m feeling much older

What fate is in store, to be forgotten?

Will there be a history written, or not?

All the world has changed

Time unfolds when there is progress made

Gears unwind to propel me far

Centuries of design

The singing arc

Live to tell wonderous tales?

I’m just a ghost of my former

The loss of peers has sentenced me

To suffer the knowledge of what I’ve learned