Dreams of love, dreams of trees to climb, dreams of dances on the sands of time. Love and hate, to hurt sometimes, life is hare, for the bumps in the road, the only thing that makes us fell alive. Darkness for the dreams, for the knights to quest, time to stand still. Parks for the walks, walks on the sands of time, trips to hell and back. Darkness for the dreams, lights on after the sunsets, stars out.
Life is a beach, then you expire, joys an dances to do, pleasures to eat, pleasures to give back, to the mothers, to the fathers, to the real and the adobe in houses, homeless veterans with kids, the kids without parents. Dead parents, dead friends, dead and buried, gone from the light of day, dead and in the ground, thanks for the lights that were on in your time, thanks for the joys. Thanks to the heavens, thanks to Mars, March Fourth, the best is yet to cum, glory days in the sunny, birds and bees, songs to sing, happy dazes again, glory dazes done. Peace and love, peace and hope, hope fires to burn, burning since the start of time.