Was There A Time

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
And children circuses could stay their troubles
Or was there time they could pray with books
The time has set its maggot on their track
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe
It's never known what's safest in this life
Under the sky signs their evil have no arms, have cleanest hands
And as the heartless ghost alone's unhurt
So the blind man sees best