Though we might have precious little   it's still precious.      I like that song   about this wonderful world.   It's got a sunny point of view   and sometimes I feel it's true   at least for a few of us.      I like that world.   It makes a wonderful song.   But there's a darker point of view   that's sadly just as true   for so many among us.      In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak.   In the strongest men there is a child so weak.   In the whole wide world there's no magic place   so you might as well rise.   Put on your bravest face.      I like that show   where they solve all the murders.   That heroic point of view..   It's got justice and vengeance, too--   at least, so the story goes.      I like that story--   makes a satisfying case.   But there's a messy point of view   that's sadly just as true   for so many among us.      In the softest voice there's an acid tongue.   In the oldest eyes there's a soul so young.   In the shakiest will there's a core of steel.   On the smoothest ride there's a squeaky wheel.      Though we might have precious little   it's still precious.