It\'s not easy being human;
For words are precious when they\'re real
And tears are dominant to the face
I must know
That sometimes
Things never go my way,
But I keep on smiling with this face
And I experience miracles
When I least expect them
And the stars are with me
On a personal level,
And tomorrow is just another day
Yet will I be rewarded?
For memories are just on the page
And the writings are on the wall...
For I am not a desperate rose
In a desperate garden,
Behold the streets on shore
For the seas are just as wicked
On the streets;
Where is my savior,
My human love?
I\'ll die before I speak.