There we stood on the prairie
As the sun set that night...

When it gets hard to breath
The air of self-indignation...

There is a path for everyone
To take and find happiness...

Though we know sight is right
A yearning resides...

Is this all that we have?
You teach your boy to walk...

A free spirit..
It can quicken the ugliest countenance...

Darkness covered the land
My feet knew not where to go...

Here I am lost once again
In this sea, one vague memory...

I have loved to fear
To be afraid, not to love...

Though with ink filled was the sea,
And with paper the sky was made...

Worry not dear, I am not worth much
For you to fear, to try to please...

Tell me mother
How not to forget...