Reasons

[couchgrouch]

ReasonsThey found him in his garagemotor running...sitting in his Dodgenodding off and down to his last breaththe bottle and note in his lapsaid his debts had become a traphe had no reason not to wish for deathwell, I put that paper downthought of what I owed on our farmthen thanked God for things I'd foundthat lifted up my heartwhispering choirs of wind through the cornone restless hymn and I feel reborntwilight heavens are harvests for the eyeshooting stars like tumbleweeds in the skywhen I fear I'll break down if I don't break evenI reach out with my soul for these reasonscos there's times I've cursed these rocky acresand seen how some rather meet their Makerthan not be able to make ends meetbut of all the reasons in this lifenone is better than my wifefor showing me the garden in each helpless seedlife may have its pressuresthat rob a heart of hopebut her love shines with treasuresthat help this poor man copein the gentle sway of our backporch swingher comfort gives my spirit wingsmoonlight splashing on my lady's hairleads to making love in the midnight airlove is the one thing man should believe inand it's the greatest of all my reasonswe may suffer hungry seasonsand feel our strength is gonesometimes life won't give us reasonsso we must find our ownso if all we see is the tears we crywe'll paint faith into the corner of our eyecos somewhere hiding in the smallest detailsare golden dawns and sweet songs of nightingalesany man can climb from the hole he's inby holding on to a few simple reasonsjust a few simple reasons(c)2005 Robert George