and the shining of rays
my heart grows strong .
with the pondering of truth
and the slipping of youth
I grow wise.
with the tears that I cry
and the dreams that die
I become tough.
with the sun at my back
and my feet on MY track
I will travel.
With the changing tide
and my soul as a guide
I'll live.
With music at ear
a world without fear
I will fashion.
with the air full of ash
it's all about cash
I'll be happily broke.
With the world at my hand
I'll live with the land
I need nature.
with my opening eyes
the worlds got more lies
than ever before.
Dedicated to Alexander Supertramp
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