To a meadow full of flowers, everything means nothing,
Life gets so easy, just rolling down the hills. To a flower in the meadow, I know you just sit there,
And though you do not understand me,
You are much more friendly than the pills. To the sky above, you sit there so serene,
A wave crashes against the northern shore
A tear falls from the sky, a rain begins to fall,
Wettening these days of hallowed yore,
The sun clears up your eye.