Sweet Day

Sweet day here's to living All is forgiven, I was just giving this a little time I'm not a speaker but I did find these words And if they should move you they are yours not mine I will be honest I'm sometimes on this kind of train that has no track I bought a ticket but I did not keep it I am not going straight but I'm not going back Sweet day here's to thinking Here's to drinking, here's to going around and around again No! I made my peace now, where are my feet now I am not going straight but I am moving When I take a minute to see the limit I think I get kind of scared It is a strange one, this arrangement of being self-aware Sweet day here's to living All is forgiving, you were just giving this a little ending They come in stages, different ages need different kinds of women And different kinds of men I am not a speaker but I have a message From a precious kind of friend There is a mountain, there is a fountain There is a why behind the when My hands are freezing, my face is beaten But I'm still running with this faith I'm not going straight I am always late I've been listening to this ho'oponopono Sweet day here's to living All is forgiven, I was just giving this a little push Sometimes you tease and sometimes you please And sometimes you ease this into Such a sense of hope, now how should I cope With this kind of twist, this kind of tale My hands are freezing but I am not beaten And I am not broken but I'm sometimes frail I am not a speaker but I did find these words And if they should move you they are yours to take I'm not going straight It's my way to pray I am listening to this ho'oponopono