In The Eye Of The Beholder

11. Maybe... (Goodbye For Now)

Maybe...

(Goodbye For Now)

Maybe you are right, maybe I won't make it,

Risk is too great and I shouldn't take it,

But who knows maybe: someone will shake it,

And maybe there's a chance that you could mistake it,

There's no bad blood here whatsoever,

I'm a simple man I don't try to be clever,

I write a few lines and I write them whenever,

And maybe it can help someone wherever,

To see an end to the terrible weather,

The stormy winter wind and the miserable rain,

Maybe my life... it won't be the same,

Maybe I get drunk and forget my name,

I think it's John, Norman or maybe it's Wayne,

I think I missed my stop and this the last train,

I think a few people say I'm a little too vain,

Maybe use my brain, I'm cider, not champagne,

But this could be the start of a brand new reign,

I've got dreams that I need to go reach and attain,

Not after much, just a few friends and such,

Maybe a delicate touch for when I'm feeling rough,

I only want to cheer you up when things are tough,

And if you see me out tell me that I've had enough,

I had to try this once just to see how it goes,

I know a lot of people will hate and oppose,

Maybe I should just stick to writing prose,

Cos that way I don't have to come out my shell,

Don't have to spend a fortune just to tell,

The people out there they can make it through hell,

Whether you broken or alone, or your birds have flown,

Don't worry get grown, you can find your throne,

And when you get there you can help me out,

Cos I'll be searching for mine without a doubt,

Learning through life is what it's all about,

And I've got a few people that I need to shout:

Thanks to anyone out there that took time to listen,

To all these funny little things that I've written,

You've all probably got your own personal mission,

So go ahead soldier and find your ambition,

Don't be afraid of your haters hissing,

Keep on going and keep on tripping,

Cos you'll be moving up while they'll be dripping,

And maybe one day you'll move on to skipping,

And these motherfuckers will be ruing and wishing,

They'd have been a little bit more fucking forgiving,

But it don't really matter cos it's time for chilling,

I've been walking so long that it's left me limping,

But I've made it through worse there's no time for quitting,

I'll never find the treasure but I'll keep on digging.

Maybe me and you can conquer the world,

Maybe there's a time where together we hurled,

Maybe you had fun punching me in the head,

Maybe there's a time that you wished I was dead,

At the end of the day let's forget what's been said,

Cos learning through life can make our faces red,

But maybe there's a day we can break our bread,

A day we can help let happiness spread,

Dunno how we'll do it but we'll find a way how,

Keep on going don't throw in the towel,

You'll all get your chance to take your bow,

You mean the world but it's goodbye for now.