The Lyrics to my newest song, entitled, "Presocratic"

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He smelled the salt on some glorious shore when his daughter was born
but as the years passed, she reached out for him less through the rain of each terribe storm
he broke when he lost her, like waves on the ocean, though he only wanted to bend
the beginning of woman is all about water, and it's the same at the end

My father planted about ten-thousand acres on imaginary land
and I'm right there with him in a conjured up memory. I can almost feel earth in my hands
but now I am weary. My body grows older as back to the ground it descends
the beginning of a man is all about the soil, and it's the same at the end

Every seed, every flame, every drop of rain
dies for a while
and then reappears likes hopes out of fears
again and again and again

I heard muskets and cannons exploding in anger till the redcoats went home
then great minds and factories built a new power the like of which had never been known
but now in a blaze of self-righteous rage, we look in vain for our God and our friends
the beginning of a nation is all about fire, and it's the same at the end


[I sang it for Kathy and the Williams. My guess is, that'll be about it.]