it's not true that life is one damn thing after another.
it's one damn thing over and over.

the red rose cries, "she is near, she is near"
and the white rose weeps, "she is late"
the larkspur listens, "i hear, i hear"
and the lily whispers, "i wait"

dearest brother in arms
our arms being our wits and our smiles
our enemies being chosen as we go
to defeat or to ignore

is it wrong not to always be glad?
no it's not wrong but i must add
how can someone so young sing words so sad?