The Tune Was Sad, As The Best

Because When You Hate Something, You Stop Doing It.

If You Tell Me I'm Sensible In Addition To Normal And Wise, I'm Going To Punch You In The Stomach.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

I Think She Was The Love Of His Life. When You've Got One Of Those, It Does Stuff To You. It Makes You Think About Them Even When You're Doing Routine Things. It Makes You Want To Protect Them, To Make Them Happy And Safe.

Wouldn't It Be Nice If Everything Balanced In The World? If Right Came Out On Top And Wrong Was Punished. It Sure Would Be Simple.