Over the waves,
On the back of the sea breeze...

Henry McNeally sat whittling one evening on his...
Humming quietly, he watched the sky to the north...

Cradling myself, home-restraint,
Hoping to make a world that I can't create...

Rockets in the distance,
The heat seems not survivable...

Laugh with me,
Because I need it so much...

We were inseparable, two peas in a pod,
We shared life and liberty, and our mutual faith...

It has come full-circle,
We made it around an entire cycle...

You are a leaf on the wind,
Floating and flying, never touching down again...

Erode away the soil, let the nutrients become...
Make the meat putrid, and all the livestock...

Sultry summer air,
The sun is a supernova blare...

It's a constant barrage,
It's our life flashing by, in some sick, twisted...

Into the courtyard, to the site,
Wondrous pleasure, and an honor to be here...