#pfys

I put my worries out of reach - I dream about the waves, the beach The wind, the sun, the fish, the foam, And make a wish to run, to roam To where the air is scented breeze And fair between contented trees That sing a song of love to keep -

And then I wake.

And wish for sleep.

The thing about living - the thing about life - It's doubt and it's pain and it's struggle and strife - It's bearing the bad times - it's riding the rough - It's knowing you tried, but it wasn't enough.

It's waking at night with the thought in your mind - That all you were planning is always behind - That all you were growing is dying or dead - That all you were dreaming is all in your head.

You hope in your heart that you'll start to succeed - You hope and you hope that you'll get what you need - You hope that you'll find that it's fine and it's fair -

The thing about life is it just doesn't care.

When nothing's just; when nothing's fair; When every right's a wrong - When all your days are hard to bear, And nights are twice as long -

Remember this in all you do - To hope, my faithful friend.

For there remains a hope or two.

And storms are made to end.

I'll remember your touch by the feel of the breeze.

When the clouds disappear, like it was here before - When the white-breakers break, and the tide meets the shore - When the rain tumbles down onto still, silver lakes -

I'll remember your smile in the ripples it makes.

When the stars fade to dawn - when the dawn turns to day - When the summer-wind carries the rainclouds away - When the tide travels in, and the sunlight has set -

I will miss you forever, and never forget.