First Waterfall

I miss the days by the old Finegold crick,

Those crazy hippies made a unique clique,

Attending the gatherings were such fun,

Dancing and making music with a stick.

I'll never forget the room of the sun,

My first time through the keyhole fin'ly done,

In the past I had always been to scared,

This time my brother was there, my beacon.

To me at that moment, a god long haired,

He took my hand and I knew that he cared,

I let him take me to the waterfall,

And that moment of glory, with him shared.

I felt so close to him on that stonewall,

I wished it would never end, I recall.