As cold as the river flows empty
Sleep with an eye open to wonder
About clear skies and fantasies
Trust in yourself that can only happen with time

Endless dreams of hope
That illustrate what could have been
Eat what is inside of you
And the little birdie free

Music is the only the thing that is true
Do not agree but believe in something new
That will come and make it better
For better or worse, in that letter.