Tricks Of The Trade

Was it love or recognition that has healed this man's condition? Oh I'm hoping and wishing that this bird won't fly away. And we can see life hand in hand the green, the blue, the rock, the sand and in our time and in our land, we'll savour every day. And oh how our glory may fade Fade, well at least we've learned some things along the way. Oh you took me from my bubble knowing my defense was weak. And you sat there and you listened anytime I chose to speak. Did you gather from my pleas to you that I am but a clown, No fear only a hero can defeat these demons now. Oh how our glory may fade Fade, well at least we've learned some tricks of the trade. And as time shall inevitably move on. Well at least we'll have four strong legs to stand on - to keep us alive