"Today is not my lucky day."
The convicted man wanted to say
But ready or not
He died distraught
And took his secret to the grave.

"Today is not my lucky day."
The convicted man's wife wanted to say
She knew who the killer was
But she was too afraid to say because
Her promise to him she'd not she gave.

"Today is not my lucky day."
The guilty policeman wanted to say
He knew that the man was not the one
Even though he was caught holding the gun
He knew the man he was trying to save.

"Today is not my lucky day."
The twin of the convict wanted to say
As his brother died instead of him
So he went to the police and turned himself in
And though he felt ashamed, he also felt brave.

"Today is not my lucky day."
The mother of the brothers wanted to say
As he buried her sons
And when she was done
She let herself drown in the ocean waves.

That day was not a lucky day
Which everyone kept wanting to say
Instead they hid these feelings
And dealt with life's dealings
And if they hadn't who know who could have been saved.

When I see the flocks of birds
Silhouetted against the sky
Black against the blue
I close my eyes and let myself drift away
To a time when things were much simpler.
When colours were richer and life was fuller
A time when I was invincible.
Now life is complicated; my soul is weary and my mind discontent
Unhappy with the ways of the ways of the world.
For it was the real world that robbed colour of its luster and appeal
And made me a dim shadow of my past vibrant self.
But I catch a glimpse of that happiness
When I see those birds
And remember the times I felt alive.

Another year over, another year done
Another part of your life has begun
Just one thing as you shape who you'll become
Never forget the place, the place that you are from
So go and be great and live out your dream
Go and live life to the extreme
Cry only a little and laugh a whole lot
Follow your own dreams and voice your own thoughts
Care for those who love you and be kind to all the rest
Always try your hardest, always do your best
Now that you will go and around the world you'll roam
Never forget the place, the place that you called home.

The festivities are over, there's no one left to smile
To sing, to hug, no one to stay for awhile
The house is all empty: everyone has gone home
The house feels so empty, cold and alone
Until next time when all the rooms are full
And warm and containing all of the souls
Who make my life so great and swell
And make my story one worthy to tell.