Little Blue Book

My Mum once bought me a book, called follow your dreams, and although i didn't look, it leapt from its seems. At the time i was confident, my outlook was nonchalant, my feelings were buried with faith. And so i was vulnerable discarding what's honourable, but these were my formative days. Oh we all cry somedays, and we all will die one day, so come on try , i say, just live by this little book give it a healthy look, and you won't be bitter and you won't be thankless no more. My Mum once fed me a line, that was rather profound, 'when you're losing the love for your life, there'll be comfort in sound'. At the time i was petrified, my feelings had left me tied up in all kind of strange knots. But now that i recognise, the words they are strong and wise, i listened and learnt from the lot. Oh we all cry somedays, and we all will die one day, so come on try, i say, just live by this little bookgive it a healthy look, and you won't be bitter and you won't be thankless no more.