Yesterday and yesteryear, the spirit in the atmosphere is dry.nBoleas, your axe wears thing, it's dull. The wind won't bite.nLike a vampire without his teeth, a hound dog that won't eat no meat,nyou're tired.nTired of breathing second hand smoke,nit's hard being there all the time.nnThey say it's everyday getting colder, but may I be a little bit bolder?nIt's not.nChildren trapped inside a bin, and there's no way in. Not today.nInto a hopeful world of dreaming, missing days,nno way of scheming plans.nOf building, building up our houses weatherproofed if you want.nnThe sun lights strong.nStronger now.nNow it's time.nTime to sharpen up.