An acre of opportunity
A field of pears and plums
I put my hands to the soil
Felt you nipping at my thumbs
Where’ve you been, my little friend?
You said, “digging in the dirt.
I was searching for my promises
But I broke them and got hurt.”
Seems you got a little too excited
To trample undiscovered ground
Happiness isn’t free, you know
But I think they sell it by the pound