When life gets difficult,
And your cup over flows,
Things go haywire,
Objects explode,
Theres no air,
No air,
No air you cant breathe,
Your brain cant conceive,
Wrong,
Wrong,
Everything's wrong,
No,
No,
Make it right,
Tears,
Breath,
I can't,
I can,
Like the little engine that could,
I can,
I know theres a bigger plan,
A larger purpose for this mess called life,
So I'll breathe,
I'll live,
I'll see more than pain & confusion,
And I'll love the sky for its blue allusion,
Bc when things go haywire abound,
Ill go to nature and look around and see god placed me in beauty,
To remind me everything will be okay.