This Could Be a Song

It's been one of those days.
It's been one of those weeks
when getting pushed down
has reached a peak.
We keep walking, talking
about where we ought to be
so that we keep moving, doing
what it takes to be free.

This could be a song.
Just put the words with notes.
Sing it to your children;
tell them this is how life goes.
Life sure takes it out of you
until something's got to give.
Sing high, sing low, sing "We don't know!
Lord, teach us how to live."

Things fall apart.
They call it "entropy."
Which is why we're always running
out of energy.
And our lists get longer
as our patience runs thin.
It gets out of control, and all we know
is it'll happen again.

This could be a song.
Just put the words with notes.
Sing it to your children;
tell them this is how life goes.
Life sure takes it out of you
until something's got to give.
Sing high, sing low, sing "We don't know!
Lord, teach us how to live."

If we think it will be easy,
we won't see this through.
We'll be blind to what it takes
and what others have to do.
We might put off our serving
until our own needs are met,
Soon we'd be dying, finding
we've not been satisfied yet.

This could be a song.
Just put the words with notes.
Sing it to your children;
tell them this is how life goes.
Life sure takes it out of you
until something's got to give.
Sing high, sing low, sing "We don't know!
Lord, teach us how to live."