My black, soft-as-silk midnight sky
And the giant orb of embers floating impossibly high
A villainous man confessing the truth
And the thought of children enjoying their youth
My crazy fantasies about all there may be
The truth of the universe destroying all philosophy
Long, hot summer days spent by the pool
And the glistening winters spent immersed in the cool
Crisp autumn leaves and those jewels above
A crazy punk rockers’ campaigns for love
The far-fetched tales of the man in the moon
I may be young but it’s never too soon
This road has been long and often rough
I’m the same,though I’ve had enough
So when the angels call my name
I shall make no fuss and quietly go
Remember, though,
There shall always be tomorrow





