Crows peck at the damp ground - The mountain air is thick with fog. Barely hearing the Toads chirping Above the shrill song of a Gray Tree Frog - Its good to be in a wild green place far away from the tainted town. Id rather share songs with a Katydid then to shout or be shouted down. The town demands obedience before respect - Something I just couldnt freely give. If you change ones thinking then you can tell one how to live. Better to howl with the pack then bleating with someones flock - Roaming beyond fenced pastures. Never waking to the crowing cock.