My Mum once bought me a book, Called follow your dreams, And although i didn't look, It leapt from its seems. At the time i was confident, My outlook was nonchalant, My feelings were buried with faith. And so I was vulnerable Discarding what's honorable, But these were my formative days. Oh we all cry somedays, And we all will die one day, So come on try, I say, Just live by this little book Give it a healthy look, And you won't be bitter And you won't be thankless no more. My Mum once fed me a line, That was rather profound, 'When you're losing the love for your life, There'll be comfort in sound'. At the time I was petrified, My feelings had left me tied Up in all kind of strange knots. But now that I recognise, The words they are strong and wise, I listened and learnt from the lot. Oh we all cry somedays, And we all will die one day, So come on try, I say, Just live by this little book Give it a healthy look, And you won't be bitter And you won't be thankless no more