Parched with no water

And no shade to hide in

The solstice was grinding

The day was long, I was seared

I suffered one hor-

-rific day in a

Subpar week in the makings

Of what was a pretty good year

Troubles turned fetters

The day clund and tethered

The ledger got redder

Each day thereafter

Burnt the same

And when I think

Concerning those who've seen the Sun

And of the troubles for each one

On and on

Toiling solstice grind

Tolling the ever bronzing rind

More so tolling their minds, and my mind, and I mind

Then I recalled one perfect

Day in a pretty good

Week in the makings

Of what was a typical year

And when I think

Concerning those who've seen the Sun

And of the troubles for each one

On and on

Toiling solstice grind

Tolling the ever bronzing rind

More so tolling their minds, and my mind, and I mind

And I think

How if the rain finds each of us

Both for the just and the unjust

Well it must

Only mean one thing

The basis for what's fair is vain

And invention of the mind, your mind, my mind

You'll make your living

Then shrivelled and thinning

You'll dish it to your kids

And never see how it all fared

Kind of seems silly

To think it fulfilling

Filling then spilling

Each generation just the same

And when I think

Concerning those who've seen the Sun

And of the troubles for each one

On and on

Toiling solstice grind

Tolling the ever bronzing rind

More so tolling their minds, and my mind, and I mind

And then I think

How we in tragic days do tend

To be short-sighted and then

Forget

He who made the one

Also appointed days gone right

Both having purpose in their time, all in time, in time