Parched with no water
And no shade to hide in
The solstice was grinding
The day was so long I was seared
I suffered one horrific day
In a subpar week
In the makings of what was a pretty good year
Troubles turned fetters, the day clung and tethered
The ledger got redder
Each day thereafter burnt the same
And when I think
Concerning those who've seen the sun
And of the troubles for each one, on and on
Toiling solstice grind
Tolling their ever bronzing rind
More so tolling their minds, and my mind, and I mind
Then I recalled one perfect day
In a pretty good week
In the makings of what was a typical year
And when I think
Concerning those who've seen the sun
And of the troubles for each one, on and on
Toiling solstice grind
Tolling their ever bronzing rind
More so tolling their minds, and my mind, and I mind
And then I think
How if the rain finds each of us
Both for the just and the unjust
It must only mean one thing
The basis for what's fair is vain
An invention of the mind, your mind, my mind
You'll make your living, then shriveled and thinning
You'll dish it to your kids, and never see how it all fared
Kind of seems silly, to think it fulfilling
Filling then spilling
Each generation just the same
And when I think
Concerning those who've seen the sun
And of the troubles for each one, on and on
Toiling solstice grind
Tolling their ever bronzing rind
More so tolling their minds, and my mind, and I mind
And then I think
How we in tragic days do tend
To be short sighted and then forget
He who made the one
Also appointed days gone right
Both having purpose in their tim