Life isn’t fair,
It’s not a big deal,
Just because I’m wounded,
Doesn’t mean I won’t heal.
You can’t predict the future,
And can’t control the weather,
Depend on someone strong,
A bird of your feather.
Go exploring through the woods,
Get a little sun,
Sitting inside on the couch,
Isn’t any fun.
I’ve been to hell and back,
That’s much more than you can say,
But that hasn’t caused me,
To throw away the day.
You need to get up,
Feel the fresh air,
Leave your phone inside,
Don’t worry, it’ll still be there.
Take a second to adjust,
Unplug from your virtuality,
Look at your surroundings,
And breathe in your new reality.