If Wishes Could Fly

Make Us To Break Us

No one knows quite why,

But sometimes people cry,

Not over death or loss,

But over money and cost,

Or over confusion or strain,

Or how little or how much it rains,

Sometimes we cry about the little things,

Which only shows how much pain one action can bring.

Sometimes we laugh not about a joke,

But at something that threatens to poke,

We laugh about a slip and a fall,

Or in the schoolyard staring at a brawl,

We laugh about what we didn't do right,

Or how embarrassing you were last night,

We laugh when our time here ceases,

Which only breaks us down to pieces.

We laugh and we cry,

And we fail but we try.

The little things break us,

But they seem to be what makes us...