As the sun broke the edge of night
and you whistled a new morn
As Nature guided
Your search for life.
You knew no wars
As you could not lead.
You shared the skies
As man's genius roared upwards
Searching centuries' Freedom.
Without Deuteronomy
You knew seasons,
time guided you.
Death?
You knew it now,
As man, in search of reason...
Reason? Freedom? Dying?
What have they to do
With songs no longer heard?
Somewhere over Brazil
July 4, 1973