The pretty breeze Blows against my skin I heave the shovel Once, Twice Into the ground And up again The sun is setting down the orange and pink hues of the sky set me up for tomorrow My mind screams are you ready? I say yes I am ready for anything you throw at me I will face it with a smile the minor chords and the major ones are the same for me no matter what you do ill stay still and strong, like the evergreen tree No matter how many times it repeats the same burning glares the same sunset of blue and gold that I miss dearly I may be lost But I will never give up on me and you
