Life deals us lemons and we go around
proclaiming – we have learned our lessons.
Every hour of the day asks us, to use reason
We respond ably – deciding with our emotions.
We say, we each have compassion
That our instincts – no longer hold us in prison
That from time to time, we think of the common
That we’re able to keep at bay – those inner demons.
We keep trying – though it’s no longer the fashion
We keep hoping, we’ll wake early to witness the dawn
We bid the sun – to always serve the pretty morns
We cross our fingers, one day we’ll catch the bull by its horns.