You get up every morning,
When the sun gets up from sleep;
Thinking about the day that passed,
And the memory that you'll keep.
You'll fall in love with hope again,
And begin to hate despair;
But you forget to see how both of them
Come together in a pair.
Time goes on like a rolling stone:
As love is lost and found;
It doesn't mean that you surrender,
And lay flat on the ground.
Life's too short to mope around,
And think of all things bad;
It's a one-time chance so live it out,
And forget what makes you sad.
It isn't so simple, I know,
But you can't deny it's true;
With the setting sun, you'll see,
Your heart will find peace for you.