When you're brought into this world
It's hard to know the end

Who you'll learn to call enemy
And who will become your friend

After looking toward the future, for so long
It will turn, to past

The many good times you'll have
You'll hold them fast
Since they never last

Keep dreaming on..
For once and foregone
An hour of never is still time for some good later days

Even when all eyes turn red
And you're wishing yourself dead

These polished horns
Of Capricorn
Fly fly away..


Troubled minds, think alike
In their despair and pain

It's hard to stave off confusion
When it's all thunder and rain

Busy yourself with life
And make those good times last

It won't be long, to find
How beauty moves the mass-es

Dreams will follow...
Growing up like vines
Treetop cities
All of them renewed inside.....

The crystal method
An outward flow
Dripping revival
Of letting our emotions go....