If the end goal
If the purpose
Is pure existence
Then nothing should stop us
From existing in every single way that we can
And if acceptance is deliverance
Then deliverance is believing
That everyone would be better if they can
And so here I stand
We're going somewhere
I feel it in my waters
To the bottom of a barrel or somewhere we oughta
Be proud of
In the end
If Sundays are for roasts
They're for cuddles and they're for toast
They're for walking with cold noses
And little tiny toesies
With socks wet through
From the puddles that you trudge through
It's just a simple metaphor
For the drudgery, for the
Life
For the pain you feel inside
You can't ignore for any longer
Open the door to something stronger
Because you know
And you can feel it in your waters
We're going somewhere
I think it's important
To hope with all our hearts
We're going
Somewhere forwards
But if we're not you've not got far to fall
I'm here, and here we stand, one and all
Solid to the end
So you can bounce back again
If time is irrelevant
Let's mitigate some elephants
If it's friendship it's important
If it's purpose or if it's a plan
If it's a life spent together
If it's a life well lived with experience
I'm stood here and I'm telling you
You've got one chance to live it
And if we're going somewhere
Then let it be forwards
Hold your hands high
Feel it
In your waters, and shout
We're going forwards