For Betty
Sometimes there no rhyme or reason
Or why the rain picks its season
It just comes our way
We hope it goes away
Sometimes the light shines upon us
Then the dark makes it dusk
And we don't like the change
Maybe it's all too strange
In life we always chase the highs
And when the lows come we strive
To run as fast as we can
We don't like to bend
Are our lessons really treason?
And the pain an awful reason
To stand up and fight
Give the bark a bite?
I don't know
I'm just a survivor of the blow...
CD
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