Every day the sun will rise
Still doesn't mean it's going to shine
Most the time it's up to you
In the direction, your world moves

In your time of spinning round
Does your compass point North or South
And how tight is your grip
If you hold too loose life tends to slip

When your flower garden goes to seed
Doesn't mean you won't have your share of weeds
Depends on what you cultivate
And how many bouquets you give away

I'm just saying all that you see
Is not always all that it seems
Every day the sun will rise
Still doesn't mean it's going to shine