Down by the river
Where the purple flowers grow...

Laying in the grass
With the sun all around...

It is the curse of the night
That leaves me trembling in fright...

When I was little
I used to sit under the sun...

Just trying to stay young in a world grown old
Having been told, being constantly cajoled...

Today is the day I take down THAT bottle
marked V.S.O.P. I keep locked in my cellar...

Jungle's juice, Humility:
He stands there...

Dawn breaks to the digital sound
which has come to replace the familiar cock's crow...

Drifting atop a rickety raft of
confidence bound with fragile stands of self...

Drifting atop a rickety raft of confidence bound...
of self worth, amid a sea of doubts, pain and...