The doctor told my daddy
He's got weeks to live
He came straight home to tell my mom
And us hungry kids

With not a single penny saved
Down at the local bank
My daddy made his way out back
And started digging his own grave

He picked the sweetest resting spot
Underneath the maple tree
So when the leaves decide to drop
We can rake in his memory

My daddy winked and said all this
With the biggest of his grins
Coughing up a spot of blood
We decided then to go back in

Things are mostly quiet
Around here these sad days
Ever since the hand of death
Put my daddy in his grave

I'm now in that maple tree
With no one to push my lonely swing
Thinking of my daddy
Waiting on those dropping leaves

I see the world that's sat before me
And worry at the shape it's in
While some see it swimming in majesty
I see it drowning in sin

Why does one look down on another
Because of the color of their skin
Instead of as sisters and brothers
It's the nature of our sin

Eyes and hearts both seem to wander
In women as well as men
A question no need to wonder
Once again because of sin

Those that despise your religion
And would like to do you in
Been that way from the beginning
From the introduction of sin

Jesus said don't hate another
It's the same as ****** my friend
Inside your heart don't let it start
Don't give in to that  sin

And at times inside your mind
You might wonder how that thought got in
Sure as day follows night look deep and find
Once again the culprit is sin

So that's why the world before me
I worry constantly at the shape it's in
While some see it swimming in glory
I see it drowning in sin

Hello Dr. Phil, have you got a segment
I've got a few things latched onto my mind
Don't worry this won't take but a second
If you do me this I'll return the favor in kind

Hello Dr. Phil, it's about my mother
Well really both her and my mother in-law
If you care to throw my wife into the picture
That wouldn't be far off at all

Hello Dr. Phil, have you run into this problem
Or am I a first and is there a cure
Call me right back Doc, I think I can take it
Can you tell me how much longer I've got in this world

Hello Dr. Phil, you might recognize me
I've been to see Oz and those Dr's on Channel 4
Though they canceled my moment said I was clingly and needy
Hello Dr. Phil, can I be a friend of yours

Hello Dr. Phil, have I mentioned the aliens
Do you do abductions, is that your forte
Cause if you do I can get you more ratings
We'll bowl over Maury he'll have nothing to say

Hello Dr. Phil*, I keep calling and calling
The heavy breathing? Yea, could be me on the line
But if you would answer neither of us would stress out
We could solve both our problems if you'd just give me the time

She mainlined the drug of love
Till it eventually collapsed her veins
Burning a trail from one love deal to another
Never able to find that feeling again


                    Walking life's lonely streets
                     Just waiting for the man
                    Who will help her to find that burning need
                    The best way that he can


That's the ally in which she sleeps
When she could not buy love at home
Back then the same as it is of late
She's still out here all alone on her on


                    She is the worst of her only friends
                    The only prize she's ever won
                    Is that of being a ******
                    All for the drug of love


She craves the pounding in her veins
After years of heartfelt neglect
There's no way to be free of the hunger and need
Of all that she has left

You started this off simple enough
It's not like *** is a drug
Certainly can't do any harm
And after all it's natural

You take a few puffs with a few of your friends
With no way of knowing you won't be content
You've heard it leads to stronger things
You say maybe for them but not for me

But then you are offered a little pick me up
As you're standing in line for a line of the stuff
It's only for fun it's not like you need
So you do a toot with the attitude of take it or leave

Then a friend says to you have you tried pills with *****
And you spend the whole night without an inkling or clue
Of where you are going or where you have been
Be careful of who you tend to call friend

Before you know you're left with little hope
Would anything have change if only you'd known
And to think this started off simple enough
After all it's not like *** is a drug

Drunk Daddy
Went and beat us kids again last night
We try and stay out of his way
But that's hard to do most times

He lets loose when he's in the mood
And he's in the mood more times than not
Drunk Daddy
Beats us kids a lot

Drunk Daddy
What did me and ***** do
Or say to make you hate
And us afraid of you

We've not told a soul so no one knows
With our best this secret's kept
Drunk Daddy
Can't you see that we're just kids

Drunk Daddy
One day I will fight back
Give him his own medicine
When all is done and said

He won't know what hit him
Out of the blue without a clue
Drunk Daddy
If it's the last thing that I do

What's this you say
Oh, it's just the dumpster fire
Been burning for countless years now
Just close your eyes and mind and you'll be fine

They've been promising to put it out
For umpteen years gone by
You'll eventually grow numb to it
After all it's all a part of life

Not quite sure who really started it
So many passing blame
But say they have the answers to
The ever-growing flames

Using our hard-earned dollars
As a means of kindling
Getting hotter now than it's ever been
With manmade hate as gasoline

One thing we can all be thankful for
Is the heat it's putting off
For the homeless on every street corner
And Winter coming on

When it comes to dumpster fires
This one seems to be burning on mankind's decline
And the people that keep on stoking it
It's bound to burn itself out in time

Be it right
Or be it wrong
Make it up
As you go along
What’s good for the goose
The gander might say
Only the truth
Stands in the way
Duplicity

Move to the tune
Of dealing in doubt
Double the trouble
If you care to count
Would I lie to you
Stated simply
Will come back to take you
Off at the knees
Duplicity

If you need to have
This to get ahead
Character building
Has yet to be met
Once you start in
It’s hard to break free
All liars lie
And pile on the heap
Duplicity

I have all my neighbors wondering
Just what is going on
As I've double lined my windows
With Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil

After years of intense research
Not placing the horse before the cart
The indoor controlled environment
Must be dry and dark,
for a successful Dust Bunny farm

I've filled the house/farm with furniture
Where this particular breed loves to hide
Removed all brooms and swifter's
So as not to cause a fright

Raising the highest of quality
All my Bunnies are free range
To tell the truth it wouldn't do
To keep them in a cage

The only time they're ever touched
By white gloved human hands
Is when I separate them
As gently as I can

I don't dare break up the families
They're all pack in the same box
All with a touch of tender love
And the needed pinch of dust

I ship my Bunnies far and wide
Oh, and the shipping's free!
To where you reside so they can hide
And raise their family

I saw a man with a heavy sign
That harshly read the world is dying
On every street in every town
Too far too late to even count

What we have is little kept
When it comes to the environment
In this game of placing blame
Instead of doing anything

The crew who we listen too
Have more than a few of their screws loose
They dimmed the lights over the signs
While pulling the blinds down on our minds

Like the greatest of magic men
They used their slick slight of hand
Had us watching this not that
Doing tricks behind our backs

Now look and see the mess we're in
The world is sick and dying
Where today I wonder why
We need to be told by a guy with a sign

I started having hair
Grow off the top of my ears
Which at first glance
Looks a little bit weird

But after awhile
I gave it some thought
And now use it as a comb over
For that spot that's bald

She brings different things to the table
But never on an empty plate
Of her earthly views in what we should do
For the planet before it's too late

She is one in tune with nature
Under the thumb of modern man
Never to cave nor give away
Or in to corporate demands

She feels for the downtrodden in plight
A people with no voice of their own
Desperate for a better life
Hoping for a better home

She hears Mother Earth in her grumbles
Feels her pain as she moans
Along with the sky she often cries
Can they not see what's going on
...or what is to come

She finds she can not stand by
And simply watch as her world falters
She knows the truth, she's seen the lies
And stepped up when her mother called her

She's seen things she'd rather not see
But on them she won't turn her back
It's what feeds that insatiable need
To right all before there's nothing left
That keeps her moving ahead

I've been collecting ear wax
Since the belly button lint dust fire went bad
I lost all my dignity in that fiasco
So ear wax is all that I have left

Believe you me, it's not easy
Coming up with another scheme
After burning the whole town down to the ground
To get a single soul to look or even listen to me

But that fateful day that I dug deep
And pulled a replica of the Eiffel Tower out of my ear
I knew that fame and fortune lay before me
My time had arrived, my time was here

Who should I call first over my artful discovery
The Post?  The Enquirer?  The Times?
No I would call The Museum Of Modern Art in NYC
For the Art World would soon be mine

I knew I had to ratchet it up a notch
One piece of ear wax art might be a fluke
So I got out my brush...the Q-tip
And removed a portrait of John Wayne AKA The Duke

Since I live in a hippie commune in the woods
Little furry creatures would always stop by
To gaze upon the artful process
Squirrels can be the best of critics...no lie!

Which gave me the idea with all the left over ear wax
I sculptured a mini-amusement park with mini-arcades
And charged the woodland creatures nuts and berries
Which helped feed the hippies with whom I stay

It wasn't long after that I received the letter
Stating that art had a need for me
I've become known as The Andy Warhol of The Art World
With abstract ear wax being my specialty

Now I go to all the major "Who Does"
Where everybody knows my name
As I create masterpieces right before their eyes
Just don't hold it to close to the flame

Who would have ever thought that ear wax
Would be the perfect medium
To jet propel this Simpleton
To Art World stardom and beyond

one thing in life
that i have found
it's easier to live
when you breathe in and out

it's easier to see
when you open your eyes
and to believe
the truth over lies

it's easier to take
adding a smidgen of faith
and a touch of love
to help keep hate at bay

just a few things
i often find
that make it much easier
to make it through life

I see the wrong
That's going on
In today's society

Which makes me say
The way they behave
Is so hard to believe

Not once do I
Turn aside
And criticize myself

With blinders on
I hum along
Like everybody else

If you ask me
It's easier to see
Someone else needs help
In the way we're dealt
Than to see yourself

Fingers out of joint
I tend to point
At the debauchery

With no idea
It's me I kid
As they're the same as me

With a show of hands
How many can
Say they do the same

We'll fool ourselves
Straight to hell
If we don't stop this game

I am just an echo that
You sometimes holler at
Expect from me a response you see
I sometimes holler back

There's a chasm that's between
Where you and I are meant to be
Though all we know is the echo
That you have made of me

They've been working on this for years
Inside the government
To try a replace the brain of man
With that of a purple eggplant

This idea to me sounds genius
If you know what it is that I mean
People round here might start making sense
Pass the veggies if you please

They called all the top notched scientists
And vegetarians throughout the land
To see what would be the best variety
In this eggplant transplant experiment

They settled on the aubergine
Great Brittan's joy and pride
When it comes to the perfect eggplant
Those Limey's will not be denied

They were afraid if they went to the private sector
That person would surely be missed
So they grabbed someone unsuspecting
Inside of the government

They told the low level employee
A bit of truth mixed with a little white lie
They needed him for his vast understanding and knowledge
Plus they'd be serving cookies on the side

They added a little something to the cookie dough
That knocked the governmental genius to his knees
Plopped him down on the gurney
...Let the experiment proceed if you please

They cracked his skull wide open
Where upon they couldn't believe their eyes
Right there inside of his cranium
Already an eggplant did reside

have you ever heard a song
that all you can do is cry along
as the sadness of the sound
overwhelms...

not even really sure it's true
did it do to you what it intended to
rounding up
the elephant in the room

with a voice that cut's the diamonds edge
as what was said needed to be said
screaming what most of us whisper
3:39 with no time left

if he misses her then so do i
memories that seldom die
still some things to laugh about
dig deep enough and you will find that out

never once did i catch her name
even if i did nothing much would change
how we go out no one gets to choose
the elephant in the room

i've heard this song a dozen times
why this time did it make me cry
guess this time it brought along
some friends of mine long gone

after all after all of this
whose to say how long we have
and with what we have what will we do
with the elephant in the room

Just an elevator man
If he had a name he never said
Among few words were what floor
Pushing buttons, sliding doors

It wasn't like he wasn't the pleasent type
Everyone enjoyed the ride
Had a way with a smile
Could make a junkyard dog give up his growl

The years all pass in a dying breath
Steals your soul, don't give it back
With the old joke that we all know
Life has its ups and downs he often told

As he started to wear they bought him a chair
Just within reach of the buttons there
Some days though he'd be asleep
Happens more and more quite frequently

That's why no one knew that he'd been dead
A month of Sundays the coriner said
He'd passed away they believe
Somewhere between floor 1 and floor 19

The tenets now help themselves out
Thinking of the one that never said much out loud
Just an elevator man
If he had a name, he never said

Sitting alone in this cage all day
What's an Orangutan to do
I need adventure, I need to play
These's to much boredom in this zoo

Well hello there, em orange old thing
The name is Elvis with handbags on my mind
Oh, you look as though your wearing string
I'm all shook up now I think you will find

Well hello there Elvis you slimy snake
Very glad to meet your acquaintance
The name is Edward and I'm about to blow this joint
If there's no further questions

Elvis hissed as he had spotted a group of girls
With handbags about their person and shoes
"Can I slither in the cage with you and your curls"
He considered that he had nothing to lose

How about using that sharp tongue of yours
To unlock this cage
There's so much more to see out there
We really should be on our way

The two E's made their escape never to return
They lived on bread and cheese till it came out their ears
Now the past seems light years away
The two friends so close in their aging years

Why is it, we as a people
Continue fighting Black and White
Instead of truth and justice
Between the wrong and right

To many of us wearing
A righteous crown of thrones
What we need to value
Washed out by the storm

Could we not see it coming
Blinded by our pride
Are we not  brothers and sisters
The same color on the inside

Is it to much to ask
That we all get along
And not judge each other brother
By the color in which we're born

Then perhaps, we as a people
Will not see the world in Black and White
And every day embrace the grey
In a world that's color blind

Why is it, we as a people
Continue fighting Black and White
Instead of truth and justice
Between the wrong and right

To many of us wearing
A righteous crown of thrones
What we need to value
Washed out by the storm

Could we not see it coming
Blinded by our pride
Are we not  brothers and sisters
The same color on the inside

Is it to much to ask
That we all get along
And not judge each other brother
By the color in which we're born

Then perhaps, we as a people
Will not see the world in Black and White
And every day embrace the grey
In a world that's color blind

I met Emily Dickinson on the edge of the wood
With paper and pen in hand
Know not what she wrote but knew it was good
As I've always been a fan

Looking at me she gave a sly wink
As if I understood
How strange it was that nature does not knock
And yet does not intrude

She then curtsied in a goodbye gesture
Handing me a rhyming book
Whispered,,,happily ever after
Before she vanished in the wood

Emily Dickinson slept in my bed
Leaving behind a musty smell
As the sheets dripped poeticness
Her slant rhymes did as well

She scratched into my headboard
Words only Emily knows
Crying out from behind stain glass
The windows to her soul

Emily Dickinson left my bed sheets entangled
Breathing out her sighs in rhyme
The saddest sound that could be heard round
Was when Emily whispered goodbye

Every morning at the crack of dawn
I roll over twice and slam the alarm
I've heard it said, if you snooze you lose
Well, what else can a poor boy do

Rub tight the sleep from out of my eyes
Then don my socks one at a time
Pull out the luggage from under the bed
Then proceed to pack my emotional bags

How or where could I ever go
Without all this baggage I drag in tow
First one out is self-doubt
Far too many times to count

I timidly place it along the side
Easy Peasy for me when I need to find
Criticism goes in next
I like to share when I'm out of my head

It goes well with all my self-doubt
Save some for me, I could use it right now
I try and bury fear deep, yet still within reach
You never know when you'll be afraid to succeed

I could fill my bag to the hilt with guilt
But I've other issues to sadly pack still
I double stack shame with piles of regret
It's not like they both have never met

I also carry along a ragged backpack
For all the past relationships I've ever had
The reasoning is plain to see
It's like a monkey on my back that keeps clawing at me

With my bags now packed I head for the door
To see if I can collect anything more
Though there's not a lot of room that is left
I can cram tight in my emotional bags

i took an empty envelope
and mailed it off to you
it told you of my feelings
more than a letter could ever do

please don't get me wrong
i'm really not that cold
i did try to write that letter
but the envelope itself said so much more

it ain't none of my business
but still breaks my heart
dropping my spare change
into your empty cup
no idea how
all this went down
it's none of my business
so i move along
as it sets me to wonder
how many of us
are one paycheck away
from our own paper cup
hoping above hope
that there is enough
change during the day
to at least buy some lunch
no it ain't none of my business
but still breaks my heart
dropping my spare change
into your empty cup

Why is it that the older you get
The less you seem to care
About all that the world collects
That only helps ensnare

Where don't you know a few short years ago
You filled your pockets with greed
With needless stuff you want and some you don't
Packing them tight selfishly

But age sometimes does us a favor
Of what seemed important then
No longer satisfies in its entice
And you find if you don't have it you'll still live

No longer concerned about the next corner turn
It's more about the here and now
And the happiness you get from that simple fact
Is now what it's all about

There's no need to plan the future
With living life one day at a time
And the older it is that you get
The less you're impressed with the find

It becomes more about friends and family around
And less about the junk in life
That we lined our pockets with just to have
Thinking that's what we needed to survive

There's freedom don't you know in the letting go
Of all the worldly junk you don't need
You've collected here that's muddled the years
That once filled your pockets with greed

Why is it that the older you get
The less you seem to care
About all that the world collects
That only helps ensnare

Where don't you know a few short years ago
You filled your pockets with greed
With needless stuff you want and some you don't
Packing them tight selfishly

But age sometimes does us a favor
Of what seemed important then
No longer satisfies in its entice
And you find if you don't have it you'll still live

No longer concerned about the next corner turn
It's more about the here and now
And the happiness you get from that simple fact
Is now what it's all about

There's no need to plan the future
With living life one day at a time
And the older it is that you get
The less you're impressed with the find

It becomes more about friends and family around
And less about the junk in life
That we lined our pockets with just to have
Thinking that's what we needed to survive

There's a freedom don't you know in the letting go
Of all the worldly junk you don't need
You've collected here that's muddled the years
That once filled your pockets with greed

i look at you, the empty suit
and what you have to say
it makes no sense as your pretense
is always in the way

a moment in the making
another waste of time
i watch your program daily
blind leading the blind

you stand upon your podium
spouting your ideals
we the people serve you hand and foot
as you call out for meals

this life that you've created
for yourself and the downtrodden
you the onion in mid peal
we a people forgotten

as i gaze at you the empty suit
that called out for a change
i me and mine tin cup in line
another dismal day

We're living in the best of times
Everything is going fine
Every cloud you see is silver lined
All you thought was wrong is right

Money really grows on trees
Most of it you get to keep
We'll just take what little we need
We're all treated equally

Borders closed we are at peace
Promises were made to keep
High on the hog living free
There is nothing that you need

Empty words with hollow sounds
Leaving with us little doubt
Hard to believe what comes out
Of some certain people's mouths

Spit shined with a polished sheen
All the streets are squeaky clean
From crime to homelessness and in-between
Everything is cheap or free

All the tides are on the rise
With common man we sympathize
Eating meat will be our demise
Ten years at most is left of time

To tell the truth we're here for you
In everything we say and do
There's not a mountain we won't move
To prove how dedicated we are to you

Empty words with hollow sounds
Leaving with us little doubt
Hard to believe what comes out
Of some certain people's mouths

The world today
Stopped in mid-spin
Fed up with the shape
That man's put her in

Gone on too long
With his selfishness
Putting a stop to it all
The world thinks is best

From the building up
To the tearing down
The ever persistent
Obnoxious sounds

With no peace at all
In cities or towns
Over hill over dale
In leaps and bounds

From the arguments
That always ensue
The world's had enough
Of me and you

The blue of the streams
Now brown and green
When the world tries to breathe
It comes out a sneeze

Which creates havoc
Throughout the land
From earthquakes to tornadoes
North, South, East, and West

That's why the world today
Stopped in mid-spin
Putting all of this nonsense
To a bitter end

Now all the world does
Is float out in space
Peaceful and relaxing
Without the human race

Both burning down this blacktop
At times out of control
With life ahead our daily backdrop
Heart to heart and soul to soul

How many miles is not the matter
Or how often we've paid the toll
As far as we can see it's you and me
To the end of this road

There's been rest stops, there's been exits
More than one construction zone
Still you and me in keeping with
To have, to love, to hold

Blessed to not have yet reached our sunset
Moving on these brittle bones
Getting close but not quite there yet
To the end of this road

Blessings landing in our laps
As the windows down are rolled
With hair on top our heads a raging mess
What little we still own

At times heeding signs of warning
Of all life's does and don'ts
We've done it well with the stories to tell
To the end of this road

Just saw a man carrying an end of times sign
Said we'd all be finished off at a quarter past nine
I figure before all hope is lost
I'd better do some things I've been putting off

Like the house could use a fresh coat of paint
Will that leaky faucet fix itself, I tend to think ain't
If that man with the sign knows this is true
Then I don't have much time to do what I need to do

I need to have the oil changed in the car
If the worlds gonna end it won't get me far
I should also send a letter to Mom
In case she hasn't heard what's going on

I've also been meaning to learn how to play
The electric guitar...hope I'm not to late
If the end of the world is really what's going on
Then I'd better hurry cause I haven't got long

Guess  I'll cut the grass that's knee high
Trim the bushes so in the end the place will look nice
Of course I'll have no neighbors around to blame me
For not having the best looking lawn on the street

I should wash the dog...the best  I can figure
Though we'll be long gone outta here his smell for years will linger
I've got to hurry cause if the end really does come
There's only a couple hours left to get it all done

I'm ready to give it away
Turn in the key
Take this last breath
On the air that I breathe

Blow you a kiss
As I wave goodbye
In the middle of it
Wink of the eye

Give a shrug of the shoulders
Like I don't care
Go out like young lovers
On a breath of fresh air

Taking into account
Of where I have been
Leaving none of this out
A wisp on the wind

Melt away from this moment
Blow the candle out
One puff like I own it
Not making a sound

Let go of the hold
I have on myself
Add the stories I've told
But this time leave out the doubt

Give it all up
When it's all said and done
Because I've had enough
Thank you very much

When it comes to people
Aren't we all equal
Aren't we all one and the same

Be it upper class lower
Nation or color
All part of the human race

It makes no sense
To see difference
Based on the skin that we're in

When our souls, hearts, and minds
Reside on the inside
Holding the beauty within

Let's not settle on skin
And dig deeper in
Because skin does not a person make

It's more than one layer
It has to do with behavior
That's going to bring us out of this place

Because everyone suffers
When we see only color
In the way our opinions are based

When it comes to people
There won't be a sequel
When we run out of this human race

I met an Eskimo heading South
Asked him what that was all about
He told me to cool my heels
He'd had enough of frozen meals

Passing through the Northern states
Spent a day in Bangor Maine
Got out of there post haste
Before the cold froze his blubber brain

From there headed down to Tupelo
But Mississippi was still to cold
Spotted a bit of roadside trash
Where he found a Florida map

Made his way down to the warmth
Florida and bought a farm
Now grows pecans whale big in size
Where he puts them into pies

Set up a country roadside stand
Oranges and fresh pecans
RC Cola and Eskimo moon pies
Right along the ocean side

When he's not picking nuts from the trees
In the sunny heated down South breeze
Sporting the best in bronze tans
It's good to be an Eskimo Floridian

Turning the tide
On this Etch A Sketch life
Drawing on reason
Erase what I find
Still colored clueless
In black and white
Memories useless
Most of the time

This Etch A Sketch
Takes just a sec
Before it's all over
Turned on its head
Abstract in sand
Makes its own bed
Shaken not stirred
Till there's nothing let

Can only hope
That's not all she wrote
Cleaning the slate
No water, no soap
Turning of knobs
Continues to grow
This Etch A Sketch life
I draw on alone

I'm trying my best
To grasp at the fact
Of how long is eternity

To help in my quest
Stay on the right track
Before I take my leave

It's not only for me
That I need to believe
But also those in whom I care

Though we have passed
We never have met
You still are in my prayers

And the prayer that I pray
Is today is the day
That salvation comes to your house

Yes not only you
But your family too
All and more that is allowed

Yet you must do your part
Which is open your heart
Then my friend you will see

The truth the whole truth
As Christ welcomes you
To share in His riches for eternity

But there's the other side
If without Him you die
There is eternal separation

You won't be with the King
Or somewhere in between
But burning in the fire of damnation

There is no worse lot
That I can think of
Hell's fire isn't half as scary

Than when God's had enough
And takes away His love
All else is secondary

And that's why I pray
For lost souls everyday
Since my heart has been open to see

That the rest of your life
Is a very long time
So choose wisely where you spend eternity

I've decided I'll do it Monday
At the cost of again putting it off
If not then I swear then one day
If my mind doesn't wander off and get lost

It seems these days it's harder and harder
To motivate this weary old man
With the joys of life getting further and further
From where I find that I now am

There must be a point in the breaking
All a part of some master plan
What little time I have left I am taking
To find out who I think that I am

And when I do I'll get around to it
Since I've put it off already this long
If there's a lesson here feel free to use it
As I move on to another poem

Every little seed that has been sown
Every little secret ever told
Be assured and you will know
Is worth its weight in gold

Every time you stare into the sun
Every time you say the words I love
Every time you feel you've had enough
Never ever think of giving up

Every little tinder slice of life
Every little question into why
Look close enough and you will find
Another case of do or die

Every time you think you can't go on
Every time you feel like loosing hope
Every time you're sure you really know
Do you really know

Every little tiny grain of sand
Every little slip of time through hands
Every time that life throws its demands
Just remember that you can

Every seed that has been sown
Every secret ever told
Be assured and be it known
Is worth its weight in gold

Every time you stare into the sun
Every time you say the words I love
Every time you feel you've had enough
Never think of giving up

Every tinder slice of life
Every question into wonder why
Look close enough and you might find
Another case of do or die

Every time you think you must let go
Every time you feel like losing hope
Every time you're sure you really know
Do you really know

Every tiny grain of sand
Every slip of time through your hands
Every time that life throws its demands
Just remember that you can