The Zeke - Carry On

In the Fall, back East, trees are changing colors
But their beauty will soon cease
World turns, upside down, and all we have are leaves
And ashes scattered on the ground
Who knows what's next to come
We live our lives the best we can to the beat of our own drum

In the Spring, out West, the skies are getting bluer
The ocean will not rest
Earth shakes up and down, and all we have are lives and houses
Crumbled to the ground
Who knows what's next to come
We live our lives the best we can, we are who we've become

Who cares that we're here, but the few who know us well
They're here for us nearly every day
And the ones that we leave behind will mourn in their own way
Then carry on with their lives each day

Life's short, live it well
Try to make the most of it until the final bell
Give love and respect to anyone whose path we cross
And those we did neglect
Who knows what's next to come
We live our lives the best we can until we all succumb

Who cares that we're here, but the few who know us well
They're here for us nearly every day
And the ones that we leave behind will mourn in their own way
Then carry on with their lives each day

Written by:
Gary Schmidt

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