Sitting watching the sun come up
I have no home just my tent
In every other time the sun is beautiful
But now I saw it so many times the charm is gone
Maybe it all has an excuse to not do the things
Everyone has goals some big and some just little holes
Still to take the step to do just that is scary
And if I take it will I be happy?
So time flies and I still wait for the first sunrise
But that is gone forever and so life still goes on.