Liberty falls when mint leafs hit tea
Sitting in the sand, 120 degrees
The first round is sweet
Wait no, bitter, blame the heat

First is bitter like childhood, scary and unknown
Second is sweet like friends, never being alone
Third is bittersweet like death,       leaving a legacy of your own

Est-ce que ça c'est té ou de l'eau?      
Both are vital and I frankly don't know