Though we might have precious little
it's still precious.

I like that song
about this wonderful world.
It's got a sunny point of view
and sometimes I feel it's true
at least for a few of us.

I like that world.
It makes a wonderful song.
But there's a darker point of view
that's sadly just as true
for so many among us.

In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak.
In the strongest men there is a child so weak.
In the whole wide world there's no magic place
so you might as well rise.
Put on your bravest face.

I like that show
where they solve all the murders.
That heroic point of view..
It's got justice and vengeance, too--
at least, so the story goes.

I like that story--
makes a satisfying case.
But there's a messy point of view
that's sadly just as true
for so many among us.

In the softest voice there's an acid tongue.
In the oldest eyes there's a soul so young.
In the shakiest will there's a core of steel.
On the smoothest ride there's a squeaky wheel.

Though we might have precious little
it's still precious.