Evryman For Himself

The legs go limp
The arms will tire
Evry life will soon expire
And weather it’s the time or place
The fist will have to kiss your face
The grand façade
The phoney smile
Will keep you busy for a while
But evry ounce of strength left in you
Lacks the courage to continue
If you feel your luck isn’t changing
Close your eyes instead of complaining
Wait around if you are willing
Hopes and dreams will end up killing you
The car will crash
The phone will die
Sometimes you fail before you try
And you can pray for something nice
But no one promised paradise
Held up in traffic
Or down on your knees
Struck with disaster or disease
In between apology and praise
You find you wasted all your days
And if you feel you luck isn’t changing
Close your eyes instead of complaining
Wait around if you are willing
Hopes and dreams will end up killing you