We make our own holidays
Our time changes
Everything and nothing
Gone are the fears of tradition
The tearful rendition
No more the phony fad tunes
Artifice, nom de plume
Give us not
We take our own solo-days
Our shine ranges
Everywhere and nowhere
Here is the joy and the sadness
The odd random gladness
All for the real love living
All of this, self giving
Hear our plot
