Some Kind of Plan

Things may not go as drawn and planned

Such is the plight of beast and man

It’s all just lines drawn in the sand,

But don’t take it from me.



Dreams grow in baskets of hope

As you climb life’s slippery slope

And when times get hard you try to cope,

But don’t take it from me.



Reaching for things that glisten like gold

You try to grasp what you’ve been told

So you get there before you’re old,

But don’t take it from me.



Dreams and things, they come and go

Getting tossed to and fro

By all the things you just don’t know,

But don’t take it from me.



Sometimes caught in pockets of fear

You cannot see and do not hear

The simple things that make it clear,

But don’t take it from me.



Strength from hope to carry on

Through blockades your mind has spawned

To know this night will have a dawn,

But don’t take it from me.



As for me I will adapt

Cause that is what my soul is apt

Even when it goes to crap,

So don’t take it from me.



The pain in life I will survive

And savor the days I’m still alive

Finding peace from deep inside;

You can’t take it from me.



In some ways I am not strong

And some choices may be wrong,

But I still sing the fighting song,

You won’t take it from me.



So take my dreams and all my things

And put me in the boxing rings

But I will still be answering,

Come get it from me!