you'll find me on the dock down by the Lakeshore listening to songs I don't wish to hear no more sung by souls who don't want to be here no more too young too die, too young to cry "I'm already tired" yet to be in the field long enough to sweat such regret if I thought life to be so sad I would experience total gloom I see life like a flower that continues to bloom in its season to love is my duty long as I can still smell beauty around me on the darkest nights light still abounds even peace makes sound what speaks like time through a brisk of wind a voice whispers to a seed "grow" something stirring down below unceasenly giving birth to life as we know