I've seen many a-man dressed in blue
Looking out just like you
But you must see things differently
'Cos he is just the same as me
Isn't he?
I've met many a-girl in green
Going to where you have been
But you must be going somewhere differently
'Cos she's in the right place to be
Isn't she?
Well can't you just let people be
Who they are not what you see
I guess it's all in your mind
But if you'd look you would find
A way to be kind
I've known many a-friend in black
In some things you both lack
But you must move a little differently
'Cos it's the same way we all flea
Don't we?
I've heard many a-one in white
Talk about how you fight
But you must listen differently
'Cos you both have the same plea
To me
Well can't you just let people be
Who they are not what you see
I guess it's all in your mind
But if you'd look you would find
A way to be kind
Poor thing was such a worrier
Over every little thing
Tell her any bit of news
Expect the third degree
Endless nights she would spend in prayer
For answers to the problems
The running joke around the town
Avoid being Betsy’s burden
Betsy was the sweetest soul
You would ever want to meet
Always first to help someone
If ever there was a need
Despite poor Betsy’s goodness
Her worry voided reason
She would drive a soul plum crazy
Your problem became her burden
One early Sunday afternoon
Before the choir rehearsed
The people of the church house
Started to get concerned
Betsy never did show up
To lift her voice in song
A member of the choir set out
To find out what was wrong
They found her by her bedside
Still in place to pray
In offering up a prayer to God
He took her home to stay
Only thing that could explain
Her death while still in prayer
That God himself was finally tired
Of hearing her always pray
Some people take upon them
To be a pillar of strength
Betsy was that person
But her burden did defeat
Be careful of the task you chose
So it does not destroy you
Just like the problem
That done one in
Known as Betsy’s burden
All of us have many dreams
too numerous to mention,
could we be living another life
in some unknown dimension.
Suppose that we transcend this life
to a place we have always been,
and upon our return the human brain
must interpret what we have seen.
It maybe my imagination
but after a good nights rest,
shouldn't we be bright and alert
and at least at our very best.
Most people awake in the morning
looking as though they're half dead,
they moan and groan about aches and pains
but they haven't been out of their bed.
If a dream world is there it's forever
a place where time doesn't exist,
where the past and the future combine
in a place we can all co-exist.
Dreams seem as real as anything
we meet people we don't even know,
sometimes we see things happen
in the future or from long ago.
The energy we use while sleeping
is equal to when we're awake,
what makes it more amazing is
we consider this a break.
Science says there is no proof
that sleep keeps the body alive,
the necessity is dreaming
without which we cannot survive.