A Short Poem for Those Dealing with Life at Their Own Pace
Oh stop telling me, telling me
That it will be alright
That it doesn't matter at the end of the night,
You don't know half the battle, you're not part of the fight,
So stop telling me, telling me
That it will be alright.
Oh stop telling me, telling me
That it will be okay,
The sun is brightly shining it's a brand new day,
You don't know about tomorrow let alone yesterday,
So stop telling me, telling me
That it'll be okay.
Oh Stop telling me, telling me
About days yet to come,
How I'll be so joyous when there's finally some,
You'll pass on your knowledge though it's not quite wisdom,
So stop telling me, telling me
About days yet to come.
Oh Stop telling me, telling me
About all you can see,
How if I'd only listen you know right where I'd be,
You rehearse your opinion cause I won't just agree,
So stop telling me, telling me
About all you can see.
Oh Stop telling me, telling me
About the cracks in my shield,
That I'm backed into a corner or lost in a field,
I've brushed the dust off my shoulder though I'm not quite healed,
So stop telling me, telling me
About the cracks in my shield.
Oh stop telling me, telling me
That I'm taking too long,
This it's not even worth another heartbroken song,
When the dust finally settles I know I'll be strong,
So stop telling me, telling me
That I'm taking too long.
That it will be alright
That it doesn't matter at the end of the night,
You don't know half the battle, you're not part of the fight,
So stop telling me, telling me
That it will be alright.
Oh stop telling me, telling me
That it will be okay,
The sun is brightly shining it's a brand new day,
You don't know about tomorrow let alone yesterday,
So stop telling me, telling me
That it'll be okay.
Oh Stop telling me, telling me
About days yet to come,
How I'll be so joyous when there's finally some,
You'll pass on your knowledge though it's not quite wisdom,
So stop telling me, telling me
About days yet to come.
Oh Stop telling me, telling me
About all you can see,
How if I'd only listen you know right where I'd be,
You rehearse your opinion cause I won't just agree,
So stop telling me, telling me
About all you can see.
Oh Stop telling me, telling me
About the cracks in my shield,
That I'm backed into a corner or lost in a field,
I've brushed the dust off my shoulder though I'm not quite healed,
So stop telling me, telling me
About the cracks in my shield.
Oh stop telling me, telling me
That I'm taking too long,
This it's not even worth another heartbroken song,
When the dust finally settles I know I'll be strong,
So stop telling me, telling me
That I'm taking too long.