Given a lemon make a lemonade instead
Life throws up and you have to feed from it
Calling it a favour or count yourself lucky
If a name is a must
Give it your loyalty
And a cool shade of betrayal it echoes back
In the shadows of darkness some you didn't know when or where;
You got to the point
Point to you the light at the end of the tunnel
Believing in it you have
Or else let your hope die before your hands
Cold and dry nothing to feed from
And from the minute the hand gives you a minute
Never for you to account for one
But an explanation you owe to them
Much to whom and much was giveth, they say
But to some it's what much they have to take, I would say
Call it greed, I call it optimism.
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
Given a lemon make a lemonade instead
Life throws up and you have to feed from it
Calling it a favour or count yourself lucky
If a name is a must
Give it your loyalty
And a cool shade of betrayal it echoes back
In the shadows of darkness some you didn't know when or where;
You got to the point
Point to you the light at the end of the tunnel
Believing in it you have
Or else let your hope die before your hands
Cold and dry nothing to feed from
And from the minute the hand gives you a minute
Never for you to account for one
But an explanation you owe to them
Much to whom and much was giveth, they say
But to some it's what much they have to take, I would say
Call it greed, I call it optimism.
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