Grand Designs

Burning with inspiration
 There's a secret nation
 Deep within suburban England
 Fashioning major projects
 Made with household objects
 Passing by you'll never see them
 Whiling away the hours
 Down amongst the flowers
 Masters of their private kingdoms
 Ever the unsung heroes
 Quiet men with secret lives
 Locked in the garden shed and
 Rarely seen by mousy wives
 Pouring the best intentions
 Into strange inventions
 Isolation feeds their thoughts now
 Pushing the bounds of science
 Out of sheer defiance
 Make their mark on history somehow
 Never commanded praise
 Or gained respect for all their work
 But hoping against all odds
 The meek inherit all the earth
 The pioneers of innovation
 Seldom see the daylight shine
 Hail the kings of pure creation
 Minds are locked on great designs
 Simple minded, undivided
 Turning water into wine
 They pave the way to greater knowledge
 Lives are lost in grand designs
 When cynics voice their doubts
 That this is idle dreaming
 The flame will not go out
 They'll never stop believing now
 No cause to put them down
 For lives so undemanding
 Driven so far underground
 Just need some understanding words
 Needing to take a step back
 From facing human contact
 Been outsiders since their school days
 And never the main attraction
 For social interaction
 Best ignore the things that kids say
 Tied to a 9 to 5 land to keep their dreams alive
 And fight their demons in their own way
 So back in the dead end job it's
 Monday morning pouring rain
 As all the weekend warriors
 Rush to board the London train
 The pioneers of innovation
 Seldom see the daylight shine
 Hail the kings of pure creation
 Minds are lost in grand designs
 Single minded, undivided
 Misunderstood and still maligned
 They hold the blueprint of the future