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