They've been sending me sympathy cards in the mail And Stopping me in the streets to say how sorry they are That You left me so suddenly not so long ago Daddy They ask me how I'm doing Like My entire being isn't a shrine to your memory The Photo on the post office wall is simply my face in a crowd Daddy I'm afraid for what comes next And I miss you And I miss you And I
White peaks of the mountain I see darkness in the centre Will o the wisp on the foot Babbling sound of the stream I walk home along a tough trail Darkness of the night Frightening even a little sound A marauder from the bushes might pounce I walk and walk There no one to talk I often look at the mountain White peaks at the top I see darkness in the centre Will o the wisp on the foot Little tired, little frightened I reach metalled road A youngman with head hanging down Uncontrollably sobs and cries I ask why it's why He tells me the story A girl he is in love rejected him He feels bad He feels sad He's dejected So what, be at ease I tell him One who doesn't love you Can never be your loss So when you lost nothing Why cry? See me, I lost one who loved me Even so, I have stopped crying I just covered a tough trail Easy path now I go Life is like "Will o the Wisp"! Be at ease God knows how long You will be at the crease!
In dark night, you may see snow clad peaks of a mountain and moving blinking lights at the bottom. In between it's darkness. Life is a tough trail and behaves as if " Will o the Wisp". It's difficult to catch hold of it and control.
You know what's fascinating about the older generation? They want us to have it easy Yet they constantly complain about how easy we have it It can be quite confusing, I must admit I don't understand them and they don't understand us So what's all the fuss? Let us be free Who we want to be It's kinda easy ~31/3/21
My dad complains a lot about how easy we have it now, well dad I'm sorry for being born when I was.