I am fine dear Daffodil

Push me harder dear Daffodil;

Push me on your way to the mill

Push me when you come to me

Push me hardest dear Daffodil;

Hold me softly dear Daffodil;

Hold me in the cave on top of the hill

Hold me when you come to me

Hold me hardest dear Daffodil;

Some men sing on the way to their graves

Some women weave shawls instead

Children play when the spring blooms

Fly with the wind, dear Daffodil

but could not resist

i tried my best
but could not resist
all the evils that came to me
the world will insist
that i should desist
from being what i can be

just  some small dreams
and a heart full of feelings
is all i can ever give
the world will insist
they are never enough
to be happy or to receive

and then i loose
more than i can ever win
and the evening turns into night
just waiting for a call
as the whisky gets drunk
life come back to bite