Sometimes your damned if you do,

Sometimes your damned if you don’t,

Sometimes you would if you could,

But you can’t so you don’t,

But you can’t so you don’t,

But you can’t so you don’t,

Some days are lined with sweet rhythm and rhyme,

Others you may find are not that kind,

No they are not that kind,

No they are not that kind,

Sometimes your dreams may slip away,

Sometimes they’re close and clear in sight,

Sometimes they try to take you down,

Sometimes you stand up tall and fight,

Sometimes you stand up tall and fight,

Sometimes you stand up tall and fight.

By
Steve Pollack