It’s not the fall

Good days bad days, why compare?

We all live the same day the same night

We all live under the same sky

Good times when we lose track of time

And those times when the time seem frozen

Not only for you

For the guy next door, for the hobo living down the street

Same for all, different for none

That time you felt to shut the world down

We’ve all been through

But

There is a difference

Of the wise and the naïve

Wise they know that,

It’s   not the fall it matters, but how fast you stand up again