I sit here without a care,
In my little rocking chair,
I stare into the dark night sky,
And wonder why oh why,
Why do the stars shine at night,
But go away in the morning light,
Why is the sky so blue,
How does the night bring morning dew,
How do my feet stay on the ground,
And why is the dirt so brown,
Why do the birds fly only in the day,
But never seem to go away,
Why do people die,
And leave their families left to cry,
Why do people kill,
And how am I going to pay this bill,
Why isn’t anyone at home,
Why am I here all alone,
Here I sit in my rocking chair,
I guess I have a lot of cares.

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