they say its strange how
people are just like seasons
on how they change
they also say its strange
how things stay the same
but things never change
then they will never will grow
they will never know
what lays on the other side of the lawn
the rain beats against my face
reminds me of the days that seem
to pass time
until the days the sun seems to shine
if i could make a comment
i would state im doing just fine
the fish in the fish bowl
the world as a whole
might be the center
it might be the back end
who are we to guess
find faith in god
cause you lost faith in your self
thats truth
but people rather like to love a
lie
i guess ill find the truth
i lay down to die
til then i rather enjoy
then ask the question why
the sun beats down my back