Some Things Are
See the bird that flies
Flies so high to touch the sky
High enough to touch the sun
Isn't he the lucky one?
Spend a nickel, make a dime
Hush little baby, don't you cry
The scarecrow's gonna find his heart
He just needs some time apart
Some things are easy
Some things are hard
Some things are not things at all
And some things just are
The night is young, the day is old
Laugh and play out in the cold
A house of straw, stone or sticks
This old dog knows a few new tricks
Walk the edge and live to tell
Feel a thought and ring a bell
Sing and laugh until you cry
And see yourself inside your eyes
Somewhere deep inside your mind
An answer that you cannot find
Every time that you get near
It changes shape and disappears
That was then, this is now
What's the difference anyhow
Emotions real as solid steel
And what you are is what you feel
c 2003 james sim ritchie
