It can't be so bad
For you can't lose
what you never had

It can't be so bad
but why are we so sad?

The question may be asked
Is the cup half empty or half full?
when we all often feel like a fool

If it makes us happy then why the Hell
are we so sad
We paint on our smiles to hide the miles
the scars don't hurt as much after awhile

Yes they make us who we are as we place our dreams
upon a distant star
It doesn't matter how rich or poor we are
we are meeting our destiny from afar

We'll take our lessons of life and in spite of
the strife we can say we had a helluva ride
as some will stand in shame and others with pride

In the long run we will learn we carved our own fate
as we will wonder if we have time to change or will it
be too late?

So don't be sad for its not that bad
Things could be worse we are all stuck
with a dreaded curse

We will eventually get sick and die
and we will weep and cry
Not so much that we are leaving
but wonder what we will be receiving
A crown of glory or just be a forgotten story?