When it rains, it pours,
and damn it's raining hard.
Everything falling down with it,
everything falling out of place.
the laughter and sadness...
such a heavy weight to carry on those shoulders...
adds on about 150 pounds,
and just when I thought things couldn't get worse,
I thought wrong.
The sick are getting sicker,
and things once new,
are getting old...
and so they say it's time for a change,
but I'm not ready for "change".
Houses going up for sale,
and memories going out to sail...
sailing far away.
A picture's worth a thousand words,
but I'd cry a thousand tears,
to take those pictures again,
and keep those memories where they
need to be...
where they happened,
where they took place,
where I was born and raised,
but they say when you get older,
you have to be ready for change.
I wish I could change,
change back into that seven year old,
whose only worries were...