Flowers fall fleetingly to the foundational earth
Where I lie, leaning only on mirth… Begrudgingly,
Ready to embrace the entrancing future of Faolan.
Not simply a song, going right along,
But a life of love, spiraling out,
Out of control but within my heart,
Simultaneously falling apart… and
Coming together, where weather meets whether
Or not… I let the sun determine my smile
And come to decide if this life is worthwhile.
It is worthwhile I yell at myself
It’s just hard to take it off of the shelf
Well worth it indeed,
For the work means the life is only the lead
For the future to come is just right ahead
Until one day, well, we all end up dead.
Until the day when I die,
I’ll give life a look in the eye,
And commit to be better,
To living with heart
Even if the day is wetter,
I’ll do my part.
And yet full of life,
If it’s not something trying,
Perhaps it’s not right.