I hate to be the bearer of bad news
Particularly when it's my own
These Trials come and go
The truth is I'm hanging by the skin of my teeth
As hurts my soul beyond belief Chorus The say that "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
Or is it an excuse for the weak to wonder
Nonsense Grievance Today’s concerns are often tomorrow's trivialities
Cast off your coat of worries
These feelings come and go
So enjoy life as a lust
As we all do return to dust Confiding in fare-weather friends
Those who are lost in a season
These people come and go
Have care not to grieve in vain
For grief through sorrows is real pain | 
