Sometimes i'm right, while others i'm wrong.
Maybe all this while, i can't face it all.
Sitting under the apple tree, talking to the breeze.
I feel your blessings being carried in the wind.
I'm crying in the laughter, or maybe laughing in those cries.
Is that why we take for granted, those that we had grant for?
For sunlight we neglect, and moonlight we don't reject.
Turning back, i know i'd change, for the scenes will never be the same.
Who's to say these didn't matter, when i'd die to try to make things better.
I ask myself do i even care, only the answer will be yes.

Sometimes i'm right, while others i'm wrong.
Maybe all this while, i can't face it all.
Sitting under the apple tree, talking to the breeze.
I feel your blessings being carried in the wind.
I'm crying in the laughter, or maybe laughing in those cries.
Is that why we take for granted, those that we had grant for?
For sunlight we neglect, and moonlight we don't reject.
Turning back, i know i'd change, for the scenes will never be the same.
Who's to say these didn't matter, when i'd die to try to make things better.
I ask myself do i even care, only the answer will be yes.