Wouldn't know
the good times if it wasn't for the pain
Wouldn't know
the sunshine if it wasn't for the rain
Wouldn't know
the flowers if it wasn't for the weeds
Wouldn't know
the apples if it wasn't for the seeds
He sees it
now and knows it's just a thought
All right
tomorrow hey that's where fools are bought
He sees it
now that's all there is to see
A photograph
is how it used to be
He sees it
now no need to dance with pain
In emptiness
there is no loss or gain
Sow
the seed of how it is right now
Disappear
and find himself somehow
Wouldn't know
the answer if the question slipped his mind
The bottom
of the barrel he seeks and hopes to find
Knows
he went down but don't know how he fell
Wouldn't know
about Heaven if it wasn't for this here hell
Wouldn't know
the good times if it wasn't for the pain
Wouldn't know
the sunshine if it wasn't for the rain
Wouldn't know
the flowers if it wasn't for the weeds
Wouldn't know
the apples if it wasn't for the seeds.
© Matt Manning. IMRO/BMI