A friend of
mine says the worldís on fire, and itís never going to rain.
And itís worthwhile to be a liar or
anything else that pays.
I told him Iíd been there before,
and itís no place to remain.
While one of us remains alive,
Then surely we shall all survive.
After this, all else becomes a
Iíve been told too many times that
thereís nothing to believe.
But you and I can make the garden
real before we leave.
Itís left to us to sow the joy, weíve
had enough of grief.