Once a child
Strong in soul...

Share me your stories of love and hope
Sit down, kick back, pick up the bong and smoke...

His eyes are open, but he sees nothing
He's alive but he isn't living...

How I love the sprinkling rain
Pouring down it soothes my pain...

If such that the Earth had its own memories
Would it cry over the blood you've spilt...

All a dream it was
I'm sad to say I'm not gone...