the story isn’t finished.
Head held high, chin up
All is right with me
So full, so correct
It’s all that I can see
Who hears your voice, the words you speak?
They float on air, from here to there
A simple word can grow and grow
Becoming more, you’ll never know
We bring good news and sometimes scorn
Our words can take a drastic turn
Head held high, chin up
All is right with me
So full, so correct
It’s all that I can see