All life take care of all the things.
Then we die grieving for our sings.
Hardly daring to breathe and
on his his eyes steady as she goes.
Her salty hair,
Take off her clothes.
And though he walks the mid-day sun
he carries his own vile dungeon around
with him and he's of
all the more reason to be full of life,
full of sound and fury.
Don't be long,
where were we?
Where we belong.