CRY OF THE STY

When in this life your tossed, torn,
Never gonna make it on your own.
Take a look around the road will appear.
Drivin down the pavement in your rear view mirror.
Sometimes you pass it by,
With the tear that floods your eye.

The journey is the road your on, not the one behind.
Live today, know forever, that you will find...

It’s now, not never,
It’s life’s lost treasure,
It’s the gift from a honey bee,
That pollinates the smile, that you will very soon see.
It's the best fruit on the tree, that one could ever grow,
It takes away the sting of sorrow, that we all know.
I’ll stumble, I’ll fall, I’ll laugh about it all!

Life is the road, where you sit soaking up the sun.
It’s a cool fall day, geese wings filled with a golden ray.
That night on your own, watching stars all alone.
The sound of laughter, long after the passing tears.
Singing that song, when everyone sang along.
It’s loving all and everyone, your name on the list as number one.
It’s living your dreams, although it’s still a dream...

Until your dream has come.

It's making your dreams, out of ones you already have.

Your family, your friends, the roof over your blessed head
It’s never giving in, to that dark cloud up ahead.
Although it may pass, and spit upon your head.
It’s telling this life, with a long loud cry!
STY GET OUT OF MY EYE!

And now I tell you friend, this is really gonna end.

But not until you know, this thing that I've been told.

Don't throw away the moments, of life's cold fraying threads.

Hold them together, one by one, and a knit a sweater with them instead.

Life is just a passing day 24 hours of everything, anything and even nothing.

Every anything is something and nothing is just that.

Make each day count.

Each second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year.

Take them all and make them count.

Time is wasted if nothing is accomplished.

But nothing is hard to come by.

We all do something every second, every hour, of every day.

So you say, "What have I accompished?".

How do you know you have accomplished something?

If it's anything but nothing and even nothing is the same...

You have accomplished something.