I know I’m always on time 

But today it feels like Sunday 

Though it could be Monday 

They call it Tuesday 

I know my schedule’s fine 

And I keep appointments in a diary 

At night I go to sleep with the moon 

Oh I’m so unsatisfied today 

I’m keeping up with the daily news 

And I’m suffering in silence 

With kids in war torn society 

How do they process violence? 

I saw a leaf fall softly 

To the soft brown earth 

And maybe if I could strive… 

I always thought I knew myself 

But why do I doubt my majesty? 

Why do I drown in vanity? 

And yield to this insanity 

I met a man in solitary 

Who spent his life in silence 

As he grew up quietly 

He found love in his confinement 

His father was a humble man 

Who kept pennies in a bottle 

When his father died one day 

He looked but couldn’t find them 

I saw a leaf fall softly 

To the soft brown earth 

And maybe if I could strive… 

I saw a leaf fall softly 

To the soft brown earth 

And maybe if I could strive… 

To live