There are no magics or elves / Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must / Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.
Exhaust the little moment / Soon it dies.
Life for my child is simple, and is good.
The music is in minors.
Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.