how many times
have i fallen in
make it back to the edge
to do it all again
a valuable trait
this beneficial lesson
if nothing else
i've learned how to swim

how many times
have i tried to fly
with my head in the clouds
fogging up my mind
it's easy to dream
but hard to hold on tight
a beneficial lesson
is to keep your eyes on the prize

how many times
have i been against the ropes
beaten up, beaten down
with a ways to go
a beneficial lesson
given in this spurt of growth
never give in, never give out
never give up hope

While one tends to ramble
The other clearly babbles
As we watch four lips flap in the wind

In the pursuit of this and that
Seriously, don't make me laugh
They keep on talking out both ends

Quickly drawing to a close
One that only the good Lord knows
I'm calling out the shape of the day as bent

Serving fries or serving lies
Fool us once, why not twice
Could the media please call in Clark Kent

It's going to take a Superman
To get this ship back on dry land
Without a worldwide major event

As the one keeps rambling
With the other babbling
There's no telling how we'll get out of this

Let's talk about
How this world spins round
Funny as it seems
Crazy as it sounds
It's not too hard
To try and figure out
We're in full tilt
And quickly heading South

People running round
Over here and over there
With no earthly idea
Of who, what, when, or where
Not a single clue
Or a daily care
Anyways who told you
That this life was fair

On top this big blue ball
That we bounce about
Moving side to side
Jumping up and down
Being far too many
Times to ever count
As we talk about
How this world spins round

We're all born into exploring
Some take a lifetime to find what they're looking for
Some find it fast, but it never lasts
When no one I know keeps perfect score

Hiking through a mountain of problems
Deep in the jungle of their minds
Some hit the valley, rock bottom
Then never dare to try and climb

Some claim an ocean of adventure
Setting sail the day they are born
Never once showing an ounce of fear
As they venture out on their own

Not knowing what lays ahead of us
From one day to the next
Take the time that you have, adding to it
We never are promised the time we have left

We're all born into exploring
Each and every day a quest
With no earthly way of knowing
When or where we'll be lead next

she writes little notes
of hopes and promises
then proceeds to leave them around

cause you never know
which way fortune blows
and by whom they may be found

you never know by chance
the circumstance
of what others are going through

and how the simplest thing
like a note could bring
one from the end of their rope

knee deep in her plight
she continues to write
little notes of hopes and promises

to leave them around
where they may be found
by those who need a lift

a reminder of hopes and promises...

Where do I turn
When I'm turned around
Then back again
Too many times to count

Where do I go
From the short end of the rope
Frayed I'm afraid
I still hold onto hope

Where do I land
In the midst of demands
Emersed headfirst
According to plans

Where do I take
The bulk of my mistakes
Brought up enough
Where they get in the way

Where do I glue
Myself to
In the scheme of things
Just to make it through

Where after all
In the hit and miss
Do I place my faith
In all of this

How many folks do you know who own a wheelbarrow
That fill it with all kinds of stuff
Who so often tarry with the things that they carry
Keeping the bad while passing good

Ready and willing with a shovel
To dig deep parts of their past
Most often best forgotten
Are the ones that seem to last

Filled to the till with burdens
Leaning hard to one side
All the time thinking it's worth it
Breaking their backs trying to survive

If they could they'd dump this heavy load
And not look back, just keep on moving
Walking hands free down freedoms road
But what do they keep on doing

These folks you know with their wheelbarrows
Continue filling it up with all kinds of stuff
Who so often tarry with the load that they carry
Keeping the bad while passing up on the good