In this race for life, 

I seek nothing more, 

Than to be loved, 

And to have loved, 

During these Covid times, 

This is apparent more and more, 

I've even become accustomed,

To the return of the young offender from next door, 

And those babies, having babies, 

Dropping them like pasty crumbs, 

Upon the litter lined floor, 

I seek the Arizona sky, 

and oh sweet music ?, 

To take away the pain, 

The pain of all these children, 

In a world that's not fit to bring them into