I built my castle tall
But only sand remains
I watched it rise and fall
And crumble grain by grain
In this a lesson learned
Some knowledge to be gained
It's not what I have that matters
But it's of what I'm made
Will I be the one who makes lemonade?
And be the one to open the shades
Will I be the one to pick myself up?
Now someone is always there
To rain on your parade
They wait around the bend
To steal your joy away
See, you can run the race
Get second place and cry
Or you can stand up tall
Be thankful that you can run at all
Will you be the one who makes lemonade?
And be the one to open the shades
Will you be the one to pick yourself up?
Now no one plans for second hands
Shattered dreams and broken wings
It's the better man
Who takes his stand
And when he's down
He'll rise again
And make lemonade
And he'll open the shades
He'll be the one to pick himself up
So be the one to make lemonade
And be the one to open your shades
Will you be the one to pick yourself up?
And make sweet, sweet lemonade
