Tim Ratcliff and Ken Bailey - Weeping Violet
	lyrics
I know that it hurts, it hurts like hell you ask will you fall down again, you probably will When Monday morning creeps thru the window pane the world is on fire, you must face the flame just a little grace 'till it comes back around ashes to ashes, we all fall down It's just no good to be a weeping violet life's a flight, guess what, and you're the pilot all you can do is try and bring it safely down the flight ain't over 'till you touch the ground I know about your genuine bleeding history so spit out the dirt, or the teeth, or whatever the case may be it's time to saddle up and ride again you may the horse that threw you is your own true friend I see you kicking your can around ashes to ashes, we all fall down It's just no good to be a weeping violet this life's a bucking bronc, and you've got to ride come on, try to make it to the bell, I know it can be hell It's just no good to be a weeping violet this life's a hurricane, and we're inside it all I can is to hold on as long as you can however you can Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it this is the rest of your life, and you'd better get on with it