Lifes Work

Call my eyes from darkness Count the roaches in a row Watch the walls as they swing and sway Smoke filled air it calms the heart Never mind the bright colored bobs There all part of the scene Crash and burn Frames every where Daisies falling from the sky Through the parking lot me might go We can’t even feel the cold wind blow But of course in harmony we are and might stay It’s up to us You and me Count your blessing one, two, three