I took a cup to refill my life
I first wanted to release my strife
I put in all my failings and as it ran
I tried to recapture it all in my hand

I did not count the sickness are the dreary days
The humor the laughter the sadness put in my way
I did not count the many changes alone by myself
I sheltered the unexcused things for life’s wealth

I took too long to refill the cup
I just lay there as life sopped it up
I wanted to explain
But I was in pain

I needed to see
If life was still in me
I reached for the filling and found there was no more
I wandered for so long through that revolving door

I selected the characters to forget the scenes
I tried to erase the really bad things
I wanted to refill life
I wanted to do it over again

I wanted to be new
I wanted my life to be true
I wanted to sing
Yes I hoped for the finer things

I needed to Dance and run
Be free to love and have fun
I wanted to refill my life again
But I was afraid of who I would have been in
The End