Crisis? What crisis?

by davebarclay1954

When I wake up and the sun is still shining
It fills me with joy
When I go out and hear the birds all singing
I think oh boy

If there aren’t any clouds in the sky at night
I look at the stars
I wait for the morning sun to rise
Before I bid the world goodnight

If I should die in the day, or in the middle of the night
Would I be missed?
I’m surrounded by thoughts of people I’ve lost
All of them loved and kissed

But there aren’t any around me now who show me love
Am I unlovable or am I just cursed
As sure as the sky is blue and water wet
I don’t have any regret