[Wendy:] Hi. Trader. Trader sailed a jeweled crown. Humanity rowed the way. Exploring to command more land. Scheming how to rule the waves.. Trader spied a virgin plain. And named it for velvet robes. Wrote home declaring. "There's a place. Where totally folks are free. (Happily completely). Nourishment fills the prairies and the hillsides. And animals stalk the mountains and the seaside. And fish abound the lakes and birds the skies. Signed sincerely.". Trader found the jeweled land. Was occupied before he came. By humans of a second look. Who couldn't even write their names shame. Trader said they're not as good. As folks who wear velvet robes. Wrote home again and asked "Please help. Their breasts I see; they're not like me. Banish them from our prairies and our hillsides. Clear them from our mountains and our seaside. I want them off our lakes so please reply. Signed sincerely.". Trader he got the crown okay. Cleared humanity from his way. He civilized all he saw. Making changes every single day say. Shops sprang over the prairies and the hillsides. Then roads cut through the mountains to the seaside. The other kind fled to hide by and by. And so sincerely. Cried.. Making it softly. Like the evening sea trying to be. Making it go. Creating it gently. Like a morning breeze a life of ease. Eyes that see. Beyond tomorrow through to the time without hours. Passing the Eden of Flowers. Reason to live.. Embracing together. Like the merging streams crying dreams. Making it full. Begging intently. For a slight reprieve a night of ease. Hands to touch. Beyond the sorrow on to the force without power. Piercing the crust of the tower. Reason to live.. Hoping. Like a budding rose humbling shows. Making it.. Struggling lonely. Like a desert field break the seal make it real. Ears to hear. Beyond the showers on to the suns of tomorrows. Burning the flesh of all sorrows. Reason to live.. Reason to continue. Reason to go on. Reason to live. Reason to live. Reason to live.