Put Them All Aside

Ye'd better not believe what the others say
Disregard all ye have heard and live the day
No matter what happens
Breathe for the rosy years


The more you mind every attitude and word
The worse ye get, which is not what ye've deserved
So let them be a bird
And fly away in mirth


Remember we don't have to care for everything
We cannot save them all, for awhile, just think
Then release what ye have
That makes ye a real slave


Sometimes we're trying for the impossible
We're not aware, but think we are sensible
Just put the things aside
Think nothing, wrong or right


Tears and cries don't work or make the things better
As it used to, we understand it later
Leave them all in the past
Reckon it as the last

Edward Alan Cemré