Don’t ask me…

I don’t have any great words..

Words of wisdom that will tell.

You may as well ask the birds,

Or the captain, set to sail.

No one coming by in herds,

To drink from my wishing well.

I know only one small thing...

We’ve had it wrong for too long.
Please listen, can you sing?

Will you Sing us a nice song?

Oh… We long to smile again!

This mire is just way too strong.