Walk of life strewn with rose petals, we did not know how many times we have to start over. It must be started again a few times. I still stand behind you. Just like you would do in the time that I had to get up and stand.
Our way of life is not bed of roses. How many times do we have to start again. To be restarted every time. I still stand behind you. Like you do in the time I have stood down and a new one.
Our life is not rosy I don't know how many times we need a fresh start. Even if I have to start again. I still stand behind you, always. Like you do when I fall and must stand NEW!