Only right two times a day,
That’s what all the world will say.
My arms lay broken at my side,
In broken glass my hands do hide.
A stray ball that came my way,
Broke my soul while kids did play.
Gears that used to fit so well,
Began to grind, that’s all I could tell.
I used to click so tried and true,
Now my state is oh so blue.
My way of life I could abide,
Now left with my tarnished pride.