Home, home, where are you?

          What can I do?

          And what can I say?

          The idle flowers of April and May

          Oh how softly they do sway.

          Like the corn stalks in fields of green

          But why do folks gotta be so mean?

          Its just a scene

          An act of the play, act three scene four

          And how many more

          Times can the show go on

          It don’t matter who you are or where you’re from

          Hell, whether you’re smart or dumb

          All that matters is you keep going

          You keep on treading the water

          Mind you don’t sink now, you hear?

          The tide is tough, the water deep

          Hold on tight, the climb is steep

          Don’t you go and fall asleep.

          Keep a wary eye on the future

          And don’t forget, your wounds need a suture

          A bandage, better stop the bleeding!

          Otherwise, you gonna keep feeling

          And feeling and bleeding is hurtin’

          Best to quit your chirpin’.