Get Out of the Mud

Can't we all just get along? Those should be words of a song--one that can be sung day and night, when the moon is low and the sun is bright. Can we look at each other as friends and try to bring war and hate to an end? Can't we see beyond today? And believe that tomorrow there will be a better way? Can we reason among ourselves? Can't we look towards each other for our help? The days are long and nights are short, and still it doesn't take too long to talk. Each of us has one life to live, one love to have, one love to give. The time comes when it's too late, because each one of us has an expiration date. Like a container of milk sitting on the shelf, life is too short to be full of yourself. Help your neighbors and your friends; when life is gone, your love will not end. Tomorrow was made for today. Each day should lead to a more perfect way. Somehow, the human race has become like a stick in the mud. Let's lift ourselves up and get out of the crud.