the irony is clear to me "I see" said the blind man the two birds
hidden in the bush are worth less than one in hand the grass is not
greener on the other side no matter what you heard who in their right mind
would want a worm except the early bird...
the early bird's singing songs dawn colors light up the sky thankful
for another day still not real sure why the jokes on me, seriously now
I feel like a fool I confess; tried my best to live by the golden
the golden rule, the proper tool to get the job done right there's
still a chance to slip away under the cover of night a stitch in time may
save nine it's too late, I'm torn apart there's nothing left of my
dream or my tired old broken heart...