Soft memories of a life well lived
I'm thinking back and loving every moment I had
This dull feeling is working through me, and every waking moment is more static
As I step onto my porch of reflection, a brief wind of warmth is swept through me
We succeed in order to bring forth order in our lives
You have all felt it - the emptiness of being alone
Zoloft will not cure it, human touch will not solve it
This black, cold world is potent
Please bless the children, please heal their cries
A sweet sound is heard in my waking life
Tremors of anguish ripple through visions and dreams
Cries heal a starving nation facing death and destruction