Hello everyone. This came about from a bad day at work, having to bend my back one more time to clean up someone's mess. I was feeling sorry for myself, but then i thought, i know some people who would love to be in my shoes. So i gave myself a good talking to and snapped out of it. So the first verse is me, the others, anyone who doesn't know how lucky they are compared to others. I'd be interested to know, if you feel the refrain or chorus at the end of each verse is a good idea. I don't like too much repetition in song, but it just felt natural that way.
Teacup Storms
You say you're tired and weary
You've been on your feet all day
And it feels like you've been dragging round a chain
But there's people bound to wheelchairs
Who will be there all their lives
Who would love the chance to feel that kind of pain
So come on, let's not make a fuss
Let's not be a drama queen today
You're looking at a molehill not a mountain
And it's only teacup storms that blow your way
So you're sick of the sight
Of the same old surroundings
And you wish that you could gaze on something new
But there's an old man with a white cane
Tap dancing down the sidewalk
Who would clearly like to share your point of view
So come on, let's not make a fuss
Let's not be a drama queen today
You're looking at a molehill not a mountain
And it's only teacup storms that blow your way
You complain about your wages
How you barely make enough
To keep the howling wolves outside at bay
But there's people with no inside
Out there on the street
Living with those wild wolves every day
So come on, let's not make a fuss
Let's not be a drama queen today
You're looking at a molehill not a mountain
And it's only teacup storms that blow your way
You say that God's deserted you
In your hour of need
And the carpet's worn where your prayer's were knelt
But there's kids down at the Hospital
Who will die before their time
Who would love to play the cards that you've been dealt
So come on, let's not make a fuss
Let's not be a drama queen today
You're looking at a molehill not a mountain
And it's only teacup storms that blow your way
Blessings are like coins, and there's plenty in your purse
You know that life could be a whole lot worse.
Vintage54