If I were but to lie in hope
And watch the seasons as I lay
Flit beyond the eyes of scope
Watch and see another day
Then the reasons why we strive
Would be forgot and you would say
Grasp the moment you're alive
Yet hope to see another day
Many folks just sit and stare
Mothballed rotting on their way
Rusting in the mouldy chair
Dusting off I should say
All of us must do the dance
All of us must take the chance