It is the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It is the dream afraid of waking
that never takes a chance.
It is the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.
I've learned there are troubles of more than one kind.
Some come from ahead and some come from behind.
But I've bought a big bat I'm already you see.
Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me.
Razors pain you.
Rivers are damp.
Acids stain you
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give.
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
