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Here's To The Lucky Ones
| The ones whose walls Don't ever fall down Who met their true love early And knew right then No one else Could possibly compare... Here's to the lucky ones Who still have both their parents At forty, and still feel like children When they're around them 'Cause, well, they still are And they've got many more years to go... Here's to the lucky ones Whose hardest times are lack of money Who've never seen the hard end of a fist Who've never heard a cruel word From someone who truly meant it Who never saw the back Of a person who meant more Than they would ever know... Here's to the lucky ones Whose dreams are never big enough To bring them disappointment Who live life simply enough There's never a question Of who does what when or how Who have just enough to pay the bills And that's all they really want... Had enough? Here's to the rest of us Who cling to impossible dreams And make promises to people who don't really care Who have children who don't sleep at night Then talk back to their parents, and teachers by day Who have bosses who demand ridiculous things Then forget they ever asked; Here's to the rest of us Who think that a kiss can herald tomorrow Or maybe, it's simply a kiss Who may hold the hand of someone who's broken But couldn't care less 'cause they are too, It's simply a matter of who has done worse In this gamble that we all call life. Here's to the rest of us Who go to bed lonely Then dream dreams of wonderful things Who appreciate silence and laughter and tears And know that these things are What it means to be living What being alive's all about. Here's to the whole sorry lot of us Makers of mistakes and sayers Of words best unspoken Speakers of prayers to Gods they're not sure of People who could stand to lose a little weight Those for whom makeup will never correct The faults that genetics have handed down; Here's to you and to me Friends, here's to reality And all it contains It may not be pretty It may not be pleasant; I don't know about you, I speak only for myself, But I'd much rather travel The high roads if I find them Wherever they may be, And I'll stumble the low ones I know they lead somewhere else... We the unlucky the usual the tame Those whom fortune has chosen Not to smile upon That's okay, don't you know 'Cause things that come easy Are never as special As those you have fought for, And to feel the joy of attainment Means sometime you must have Lost something or someone Else how would you every feel joy? Take heart, and be thankful You are special, you know You're you, and what's better? Keep on dreaming and yearning Keep on hoping and wishing Keep on losing your ground I'll tell you a secret, my friend There are no lucky ones Just you, and me, and 4 billion others Grasping at straws and dropping the good ones 'Cause that's what life's all about. Wouldn't have it any other way.... Lucky, aren't we? C.M. Harris Davies 6-Nov-2000 |