Happy 4th, I think I'm gonna cry

Happy 4th, I think I'm gonna cry.

I think it's something subtle.

Maybe I have a parade in my eye.

Now I'm standing in a puddle

Of the tears of this old unhappy citizen.

My shoes look like clown shoes.

Rating my pain from one to ten

I have to say, I feel like one big bruise!

It hurts to be so frail and afraid!

While our hourglass runs out of sand!

With all our idealism on parade,

Cheering the marching band.

I'm riding on a float that has no driver.

I'm floating on a float that says"No war!"

But I'm not in a parade but in a river

And I'm crossing, crossing to another shore