you can make it all night long
if you choose to feel it long
there's a warrior crying loud
since it's playing loud
happiness is a sin unless it's coming from within
and there's a moon above that judges whether
it's going to be a memory
long days ahead but they're not the type we dread
it's the chicken boy running along
to maybe get there quick
it's the lonely tree, chewed up grass
standing tall and proud
comon and make these things last
so that we can all live and love
make it come from within so that you know mommas in
long days ahead but they're not the type we dread
wake in the morning with all the smile you can give
make each day the most
which is the love you live
I got a feeling about the world and it's miseries
they've always been ignored it's time
we start to give them bread
