I don't want no rusty rainbows,
No drooping flowers in my yard.
Don't want nothin' I aint worked for
And empty thoughts I will discard.

Clouds look just like cotten wool
But, I know they're not, cos I'm no fool.

Let me see the bottom of the river's
Running water, clear and clean,
So the rocks show on the bottom
And the depth can then be seen.

Clouds look just like cotton wool
But, I know they're not, cos I'm no fool.

Don't want no corkscrew moonbeams,
Shine that light straight down on me,
Lighting up the lurking shadows,
Showing all there is... to see.


(c) ZYDHA HART 2005