Sometimes...

Sometimes the sun shines not so brightly

and cloulds are overhead

somtimes my step is not so spritely

and i wish that i was dead

but you know i didn't meant it

what if all of our wishes came true

and can you believe it,

that your dreams are up to you?

Sometimes the ill winds blow my way

and confusion's in my mind

forgive the foolish words i say 

when it's so hard to be kind

cause you know i didn't mean it

what if all of our words could come back?

and can you believe it,

that manners are all we lack?

Sometimes i feel like giving up

or is it giving in?

If life is really such a game

can you tell me what we win?

But you know i didn't mean it,

don't think i really want to know

and can you believe it,

that this world will go on,

that this world will go on,

that this world will go on,

if i go?...

circa 1985