I start my day
on a queer monday
thinking not of the sunday past
neither I am stressed
at the thought of the week.
It's sheer joy of living
that grips my heart;
Why am I elated?, I know not
maybe just thankful for all I got.
You say don't worry
You say you'll pray
But in this crisis my heart's bound astray
I care not for failure
I care not for my pride
nor for the future, as I see it slide.
I care for the misery I put you through
I care for the pain they feel for me
And when you say I don't care
It hurts; not because you think I am selfish
But for the thought that
You don't know me... you don't know me till now.