My strive is dying--
I'm sorry to say
I see it so alive in you
All around me
With your eyes like a tiger
With your rhythm like a panther
Stalking its sacred prey
In the jungle church jazz atonal life song

There's no rhyme or reason
We stay together, we fall apart
I am so sorry
I'm sorry that my strive is dying
And I'm not doing the things anymore
To keep it alive.