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