Ask me how my life is and
I'll tell you it's hard,
when three feet don't make a yard
but you struggle on
and it's hard.
My life is diamond as well,as
rough cut as hell
but bright and the light shines on through.

I see today, not from some distance or
some listless indifference and now I'm a part of it,the ******* and strife but isn't life good?
hard but good and not as hard as it could be,luckily I have family and friends,not to be used as a means to an end,
but those who would lend an ear,allay a fear,be here for me,give me sanctuary and the will.

Ah yes,
the will,that reason we have to climb up a hill because it's there,because we want a share in the majesty of this life,I'd be a mountaineer because you were here for me.
What has gone is lost,no good counting the cost it won't bring things back,waiting for one more heart attack does not make any sense,living past tense,too intense.

Ask me how my life is and
I'll tell you it sparkles
like sun on a stream,like one of those dreams that you don't want to end but you want to awake and take more of a part,
at the heart of it discounting the ******* and strife
life is
good.