Good day doesn’t have to be a Friday
Doesn’t need to be your birthday
The next one then you won’t survive
Sing along hold my life
A good day is any day that you’re alive
Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive
Asked me mmmmm, you had to ask me
In the dreams you tell me
Tell them only you were tired
Sing along hold my life
A good day is any day that you’re alive
Yeah, a good day is any day that you’re alive
A bad day comes every once in a awhile your body says
Fourteen hundred shooting stars and (every time?)
A bad day comes every once in your body life
Goodbye
Hold my life one last time
A good day is any day that you’re alive
Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive
Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive
These are the days
Paul Westerberg, Good Day Lyrics
Any day I am alive is a good day, even the days when my head is splitting and my body is all but broken. Even the days when I can barely see our dreams any longer. Even the days when the bed is my only solace. Even these are good days. These past few weeks, with all their pain, these too have been good.
I wonder also whether our plans will work out, when Ken now has a torn tendon in his right shoulder. He cannot do all that needs to be done any more than I can. Will he need surgery? Will this cause him endless pain? Will he be able to drive the Raven? Will we be able to leave in May?
Keep the faith.
Keep the hope.
Believe in miracles.
Stay alive.
White painted floors in your RV would be lovely! If you do that post pics:)
ReplyDeletethanks for you comment on my blog!