Oughta

I believe in luck.

I believe in good fortune.

I believe in bad fortune.

I'm not a mystic or a heretic.

But I do believe I am fortunate.

I have a solid family.

A mother with a heart of gold.

I have a brother and father also.

Who posses a golden heart.

And right there bulls eye

You can throw a dart at my heart.

It would shed red blood.

As my eyes have shed glistening tears.

And I've been down in the mud.

I have wrestled with my demons.

I pray that these good feelings for life last.

It all depends on my Kleenex.

If they are not in tow.

I'll just blow my nose on my sleeve.

Where my water-shed, blood- stained...

Heart oughta go.

And you oughta know.