There was once a prince who acted strangely in that. He thought life was stupid and it was for him so. He made up a world in which he liked the things we liked.
Little winds sing a song of the sun in the sky. And I know, like the wind, the songs will always be there. In your hair, soft and warm, light of dawn, shining fair.
The moments turn to hours. And the hours turn to days. And I've seen so many lost ones pass away. . And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.