I have done no wrong but I'm sorry nonetheless
We could tussle with fate but that's all we get
As much as it hurts my poor soul to do so
I must accept what ever it is I find in life's roll of presents
As we are just puppets on some strings
Thespians acting according to a script
Dancers flowing like a river to a rhythm
And a singer singing along to a riddim
Beggars can't be choosers they say
So I'll stand ashore and watch you slip away
The story has no happy ever after after all
But there's still some silver lining in the dark cloud that looms over the mountain top