To a meadow full of flowers, everything means nothing, br Life gets so easy, just rolling down the hills. To a flower in the meadow, I know you just sit there, br And though you do not understand me, br You are much more friendly than the pills. To the sky above, you sit there so serene, br However, I ignore you, know not what you mean. And still the picture is not clear, the pieces I can see, br But the whole is not yet there. To the deer in drinking slow the brook, br At least you know not the pain that I have took. To the future yet to be, I am alive, br And always alive shall be, till the time I cannot see.