Life's just a river of tears. You do everything you can do to keep yourself dry and outta the trenches but that's not always possible. All you want is the sun on your face and the mist on your neck. It seems as though when you haven't a worry is when you slip and fall overboard. It's easy to give up and drown; let your ship leave you sailin'. Or you may tread on someone else. Sure, why not? But not me, oh no. When i look up, i see no buzzards. I've learned to swim.

Dont tread on me