The Way Things Are

There comes a time
This much I know
When a mind feels like resting
And I ain’t suggesting
That this is wrong
– just my way of protesting
The way things are

Things don’t last long
This much I know
And my mind keeps on saying
Stop your crying and praying
Don’t make no sound
– just my way of delaying
The way things are

There is a way
This much I know
Be it standing and staring
Be it doing and daring
You’ll take my hand
– you’ll be smiling and sharing
The way things are

 

 

 

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