As the Robins Sing

Is there a pill that you can take to keep you from the pain?

A land that you can travel to escape the rain?

When you're feeling yourself drown inside a nightmare

Just enough air to bare

Are there enough witty jokes to keep you laughing?

A place where mirrors don't show flaws in your reflection?

Is life arranged to escape from depression

Where even winners are neglected?

Is it better to be all alone?

No, you can't keep to yourself and love the ones held close

Give more than you take, love more than you hate

Make more than you break until your dying days

Is there a drink where just one sip gives you contentment?

Or a lover that won't leave you with resentment?

Oh, why do our emotions breed contention

And should we more often regret them?

And can you have enough acclaim to keep you breathing

As the robins sing their silent song in grieving?

Oh, why do we equate fame to achievement

When good men died from the attention?

Is it better to be all alone?

No, you can't keep to yourself and love the ones held close

Give more than you take, love more than you hate

And make more than you break until your dying, dying days

There are just enough kind gestures to remind me

That people want to find each other happy

But we bleed our hearts out in search of a feeling

That those around us won't be leaving

And when feelings fade for people who we've promised

To love when there is more chaos than calmness

Oh, why do we put faith in fear to lean on

Instead of learning where we went wrong?

It's no better to be all alone

No, you can't keep to yourself and love the ones that you hold close

Give more than you take, love more than you hate

And make more than you break until your dying days