Some Days

Some days are tears and empty glasses.
 Some days are wild flowers and dirty feet.
 Some days there's a fire burning inside me.
 Some days I am golden, others I am hopeless.
 Some days it’s happy rain.
 Some days it’s sun that kills.
 For everything there is a season,
 And I have tasted many.
 Some days I am the roaring sea,
 Some days I am a dying leaf.
 And who I am to say that some days are worth it,
 And others are not.
 Because some days I’m there,
 And some days I’m not.