Frosty morning air
Winter's white haired terrier
Nips at your fingers

Hey gun lobbyists
Another load of children
Just surrendered

Draw down the waning moon
****** the gentle light of fading stars
take not their shine
to be extinguished one by one
I love you
let this night be never done

We are floating leaves
Children of the winds and tide
Following the stream

You can try to capture the wind
trap the airy whistle of trees
or the fluting song of reeds on the river
yes you can try to tame the restless spirit of the breeze
but it will sulk
and sit silent in the jar
until you let it out again