Life is what you make it You can build or even break it It is just the way you take it And however you may fake it You have faith but you forsake it You have eyes that are quite vacant And you need to learn some patience ‘Fore malaise replaces graces ‘Cause you see it in their faces As they cover all their bases As they cower in the basement Mother Nature’s quite impatient Time will go, it will not slow For you or me, and this we know Against the current, we all row But we are taught it’s bad to show