There is a million people out there for us to meet
Sailing like a fleet and freezing in the sleet
All together, all alone, when the bird has flown
Some live in poverty and die alone
Some are wealthy, but they have the same outcome
In the hereafter, they beat the same drum.
Monica always knew better, she told me the world is cruel
And never to forget my sweater
And Monica taught me compassion, to all as well as the few
But few know all that well about what that means
They show it to their ego and not to the spectrum
Believing themselves to be selfless
But in the myriad of minds it takes all kinds
Before the mystery of life in self unwinds.
And Monica and Toby now in an orchard live
Where others come to give.
By Edi Duarte and Tom Leonard