What I Can't Live Without
Its as important to me as Christmas to a child.
Without it, I would probably go wild.
First my throat and then my head,
away with air, my body would be dead.
I honestly don't know what I'd do,
but my brain and organs would yell, 'boo-hoo!'
You'd think I would never have a problem of losing it,
but with pollution and and oil spills I'm scared soon there'll only be a little bit.
Whether a zombie apocalypse, or the end of the world,
theres nothing I couldn't live without more.
Water controls me and forever will,
I couldn't live with out it, not even a little.
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