Monday, May 25, 2009

Hot - Sense Cents Sense - Why The Sky Is Blue - We Were On Our Way - Cold Chills Running Down My Back

Scorching heat
Makes red feet

Sense cents sense
Home hum home
Does your sense
Make nicely cents?

Why the sky is blue
Has been a question
For generations of
Past and will be
Of the present future

We were on our way
Walking down the street
I hurried on by
I was told you were scary to meet

Cold chills running down my back
You are my savior for the things
I lack
Hot sweat falling down my face
The scent left behind I will trace