Little purple flowers on trees don't mean shit,
unless you have the heart to take it all in.
A man can be a man and still understand the
intricate whispers of the world around him.
Floating over this masquerade we call a life,
it's easy to see where the fires need put out.
Just keep your wits about you and keep your eyes on the ball,
you'll see the day coming when you can roll out of bed.
If Chuck Brodsky ever really woke up,
he would write a song to change the world.
And you could too, if you would ever start breathing again.
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