a little pony tailed girl growed up to be a woman

now her daddy's in the kitchen
starring out the window
scratching and a'racking his brians
how could eighteen years just up and walk away?

Boy, life sure will break your heart. And yet there is always, always hope. It amazes me. I think I'm just beginning to understand why we keep going in spite of everything, and it's bigger than me and my life. It's an awful beautiful mess out there, and yet still, there are things worth fighting for. Isn't it crazy?