Getting Back Up
Ain't it all crazy, life and all.
Give your everything but in return all you do is fall.
Feeling smaller than a cell, my back against the wall.
I'm just sitting on my knees, nothing to do but crawl,
Back on my grind, despite these hard times
Cause some things just aren't simple, like some nursery rhymes
You have to look deep within and see what you find.
Cause the soul of a man that confides is typically one that dies.
Too much bottled up can make a strong man cry.