Hey what ya doin' there smilin' at the sky,
I wonder why you're happy with,
That familiar look in your eyes,
What makes you dance and sing aloud,
It makes me proud now and then,
To see something so magnificent,
But innocence exists where nothing else is,
So we're all stuck in sin,
Jabbed by the needles and pins of,
Life itself won't work without the help,
Of what you've not yet conquered,
Being bothered by nothing is something,
It means something to me and,
Consequently I strive for life.
