I know I'm always on time But today it feels like Sunday Though it could be Monday They call it Tuesday I know my schedule's fine And I keep appointments in a diary At night I go to sleep with the moon Oh I'm so unsatisfied today I'm keeping up with the daily news And I'm suffering in silence With kids in war torn society How do they process violence? I saw a leaf fall softly To the soft brown earth And maybe if I could strive… I always thought I knew myself But why do I doubt my majesty? Why do I drown in vanity? And yield to this insanity I met a man in solitary Who spent his life in silence As he grew up quietly He found love in his confinement His father was a humble man Who kept pennies in a bottle When his father died one day He looked but couldn't find them I saw a leaf fall softly To the soft brown earth And maybe if I could strive… I saw a leaf fall softly To the soft brown earth And maybe if I could strive…
