One Day At a Time
Staring back at himself, what does he see?
Ten years gone, a vivid memory
The old, “lonely man” is banging at his door
Doesn’t want to accept it
Doesn’t want to hear it anymore
He will rise above, above the slime
He will conquer all, in all due time
His patience is strong
His endurance will prolong
No one can take away
The strength created that day
He is no longer the same
After playing such a wicked game
He barely survived those troubled times
Treading in a field full of landmines
But he’s still alive and living life
--One day at a time—
Confront him not. He might go off!
Telling it like it is, leaving you in shock
He doesn’t give a damn anymore
He was made what he is in this cold-hearted world
His love was put to death
Execution style done at its best
Is there anything of him left?
Shattered, left scattered
--you figure out the rest…
-Boz-
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