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.