You find yourself in a daily hell
Battling your mental health
Feel you’re on this field alone
The strength you need, as good as gone

From where you stand you see the hill
But struggle to muster up the will
Well laid plans inside your head
Up and gone, good as dead

As this daily battle rages on
Promising once again you will but won’t
Knowing full well that you need help
It’s hard to win a war within yourself

The more you war the less you’re dealt
On this battlefield of daily hell
Shoot to ****, but you only shoot yourself
In this endless war for your mental health

In an effort to try and set things right
Take this wise old soldier’s advice
Drop your guard and the facade
And  give the battle over to God

The 50's they found Elvis
And boy oh boy could he swing
The best part about him though
Is the boy could also sing
Of course there were many
Who tried his bell to ring
But it was only Elvis
That Rock & Roll crowned King

The 60's were invaded
By a drove of English blokes
From the Beatles to the Kinks to in between
The Rolling of the Stones
But we opened up some Doors
With a few bands of our own
As we headed further down
The road of Rock & Roll

We then watched the disco ball
Spinning round and round
As so went the 70's
With their ups and downs
Suddenly grinding to a halt
Barely with a sound
As fast as it came in
The 70's done left town

Then came in the 80's
Without much fanfare
Out went the disco
In came the hair
Not much more to talk about
That's about it I swear
When it came to the 80's
Not too many really cared

The 90's didn't just drop in
It was more a lunge
They called it rightly Nirvana
The day of the grunge
If you were not up with the times
Then you were counted out to lunch
But with the Jam Aunt Pearl made
I could never get enough

Now we're in the new Millennium
With the singers and their songs
Where went the Rock
Did it Roll off on its own
Never did it say goodbye
Before it was all gone
But I bet the bottom line
It won't be gone for long
Long live Rock & Roll

Not really sure I’m ready
For the day I die
Never been that steady
When walking along this crooked line

I say that I love Jesus
But how much of that is true
Is that just a line I feed upon
To try and make it through

When I get to Heaven
Standing at the Pearly Gates
With the lip service I gave him
Will that be the day God hesitates

Straddling the fence
More often than any man could count
I just hope through all of this
God’s righteous judgment doesn’t count me out

If I’ve relied on works alone
To work my own salvation out
The only thing that it would show
Would be the worship of myself

And if that is all I have
I’m much worse off than I thought
I need to give it all to Jesus
And the healing grace of God

There is nothing better
In this world you’ll find
Than the stealing of watermelon
Straight from off the vine

Makes them even sweeter
If there’s a challenge to the cause
Being chased by buckshot
Or old man Jamison’s dog

Running cross an open field
One dangling from each arm
Just make sure you’re fast enough
Where you don’t buy the farm

Make it to the edge of woods
Count yourself as lucky
If both you and the stolen goods
Arrive at the scene Scott free

There’s nothing better in this world
That you my friend can find
Than in the stealing of watermelon
Straight from off the vine

I truly believe
All they said to me
Lived on the edge
Of just wait and see

But as far as they came
Those days went away
No longer the standard
The innocent age

Never a worry
Of what was to come
Live and let live
Loved everyone

Placing ourselves
On center stage
Is the day that it fell
The innocent age

A fairy tale read
In the brightest sunshine
With little time left
We all closed our eyes

What once was our calling
We should have saved
Now desperately longing
The innocent age

I'm surrounded by these strangers
Though they say that they know me
I don't feel that I'm in danger
Well maybe to a slight degree

They also say they know my name
Even that I struggle with
It's gotten worse as of late
The older that I get

I have heard the whispers
And rumors going round
Speaking of dementia
But not who they seem to be talking about  

I have asked the ghosts if they know
That visit when the others have gone
We carry on conversations
Just them and me alone

I shuffle the halls and scratch the walls
Hoping they could offer something
Only if those walls could talk
But some folk aren't that lucky

Here I am at it again
With the same strangers from yesterday
No idea of why they keep coming back
As I sit here and stare off into space

Things I see I don't believe
And don't quite understand
If you ask me with certainty
Things are quickly getting out of hand

If I had to choose my next move
According to the plan
What I would do is follow through
With more supply and less demand

But as it goes there's an undertow
Just below this sifting sand
You should know to grab a rope
As things are quickly getting out of hand

From all I see and often need
If given half a chance
I guarantee that yes indeed
We could change our circumstance

If I had my say the takeaway
Argumentatively man to man
We'd find a way to shift the blame
As things are quickly getting out of hand