Ride

There are many thing's I would like to say to you But Words can only do harm When your world resides in the palm of your hand And the lightning strikes at very most 6 foot away On a rainy summers day With hailstorms like tennis ball's But as they say It can't rain all the time Unless you are stuck in line Closed for lunch When you are running late for your dream job interview And the sweat has ruined your suit shirt Isn't it ironic That some might say Tomorrow will bring a brighter day Knowing there is a better than 78 % chance We may have faced our Waterloo Or the wheel of future will turn And I shall awaken a stronger man Cast aside my Battle scared war tin helmet And rise above my feral station Only time will tell If I am destined to rot in hell Or sound the division bell Ascending up to heaven's gate And god awaits me With either a smile or a scowl But hey ho along the yellow brick road I stride deaf and blind Merely a passenger along for the ride