Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

When every snowfall is a spectacle
Each sunny day, a dream
Every sunrise a debacle
Each cats meow, a scream

When it rains, we walk in mud
Go to the beach and we gleam
Like a bubble bath, the suds
Nothing is what it seems

We get up and go about
Make our way through every day
We caper and we shout
With nothing ever to say

We make love and we pretend
We rise up and we descend
Ride the tides and surf each wave
Comb the beach for what to save

Each day we pray it’s true
Give our all to do what’s right
Know tomorrow’s sky’s still blue
And each day ends with night

I think I'll title it "Life," or, "Live Version," or just leave it "Untitled."

Thanks, Walt.

Peace,
Barry