The odd squad

 


  through common walks of life, there you stand; against the grain within quick sand; you see the hour glass of time; you cherish each moment like fine wine;


  the odd squad movement; the voice for the quiet; the voice that one lives through and just can't deny it; you see the clock, each different flock; the odd squad lives within and outside the box....


  thank god for you; you understand that cry; one's spirit doesn't feel denied; free thought, no force; a steady coarse; you live for moments that make you feel alive....


  but they say that's insane or crazy....