The Lines on My Face

I didn't build a house, but bought an old One. And now it's run down as I am. The child that I fathered was a daughter, And she doesn't wanna see me anyway. The apple tree I planted will never bear a Single fruit. It's just a hopeless little bush that stands around. Seems like I failed in all those disciplines, But still no one can say I didn't try. The lines on my face are the proof that It hasn't been that easy. There are marks and there are scars on my Body, in my heart, and in my soul. I don't always think about what could have become Of me. I'm not reasoning about wasted chances. Otherwise, I'd have to permanently think about what Could have happened to me then. There is so much more to see, to hear, To feel On every new day. It is just like it is, and as long As I can take it, it's okay. I'm tired and I'm weary, but still I'm far Away from giving up. There is so much more to see on every New day. Still, I haven't had enough. The lines on my face are the proof that It hasn't been that easy. There are marks and there are scars on my Body, in my heart, and in my soul. I'm tired and I'm weary, but still I'm far Away from giving up. There is so much more to see on every New day. Still, I haven't had enough. The lines on my face are the proof that It hasn't been that easy. There are marks and there are scars on my Body, in my heart, and in my soul. Oh, Oh-oh. Oh-oh. Oh, Oh-oh. Oh-oh.