There’s days I don’t understand why I’m alive,
I sit with my glass of insomnia and ponder,
why, oh why?
Then there’s the days, I even give up asking why
I sit around with pale eyes, fixed on the
tree’s shade
Then I happen to glance up above, to the
april spring skies
It all of a sudden sticks together like glue;
I’m here for all the beauty; and believe me when
I say I’m here
to stay.