No Reason For Living

"I see no reason for living," you moan
as you throw yourself on my couch.
"This world does it's best to beat me down.
It's won! I'm despondent -- a grouch!
Nothing ever changes, bad is bad, good is gone.
I can't go on living like this, my life is a lie.
There is no hope, no happiness, no joy, no God,
Better for everyone if I could just die."

How many times have I heard your speech?
A hundred times at least, maybe more.
You never listen to what I have to say,
you just walk out with a slam of my door.
I know that your lament is just how you deal
with problems when the world knocks you down,
but I've got problems of my own you know
and from me you don't hear a sound.

So I'm sorry this isn't your perfect world
and everything won't go your way.
I'm sorry that you feel like leaving,
but I for one, wish I could stay.
Each day that I wake is a blessing.
My family, my friends? They're my hope.
My God? I talk to him all day long.
I refuse to whine, cry and mope.
So take your 'No reason for living,'
and go on your miserable way.
The sun is shining, the air is clear
I'll do some living today.