I look out and see a world full of trouble
Yet I make it better, sooth the pain
No reason for complaint, no ills to plague
Rain and storm shall be followed by calm and clean
Skies now gray, will be bluest and clear ahead
Thorns and brambles may line my road,
But I will make this the finest of days
Because I will…
What reason for my tears, but to make the trouble last
Holding to thoughts of past, never to see ahead
Tribulation and fear, withholding me from my journey
Life should be a celebration, but still this trouble comes
But hear me, today is fine!
Because I make it so…
Today is what I am living
Not the dark past of yesterdays
To have held, to have lost, to reach, to gain
To have dreamt, all my visions, hope anew
Happiness comes as time wills it so
Yesterdays but clouds of sorrow
Shadows falling across my path
And though it may rain again tomorrow
I make it fine today…
Because I will…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre July 12, 2009
