You breaking my heart
I break yours
We end up
In tears
We lie to each other
Tell truths to confound
Our skeletons would
Make a pitchers mound
We go to the world
Look for something to enjoy
After a year or two
It's each other we annoy
Can we get our lives
Together the way they were
Couples like us they
Are so few
Cupid shot my love's heart
Cupid helped his heart to start
Life without
You is
Not life
Dance
My
Feet
There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe
She had so many horses
She didn't know what to do
There was an old man
Who lived in a crooked house
He had a big farm beside him
With only one creature - a mouse
So the old lady and the old man
Got married as a solution
And happy were they
For the horses had a playground
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Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sunday, April 05, 2009
My World Went Blank - We Saw An Old Man Walking - Is It True
My world went blank
My tongue was in (my) cheek
For you, my friend
The smell from words
Told me you reeked
When will you learn
We want someone true
The majority spies over
Our men, number a few
The eleventh hour comes
Much too fast it comes
A torch in your hand
To burn our homes
When the twelfth hour strikes
War will break
King you may be now
Twelfth hour, you our footstool to make
Turn 'round, face your face
We do every waking day
Turn 'round and face your face
Do you really want to pay?
We saw an old man walking
We stopped to ask what he
Was doing out here all alone
He said he was looking for
The wayside after his
Wife had died
We told him to follow behind
We could him help
He struggled not to cry
Wondered for two
Young people to care
Why
Said we wanted
Him as much as
He needs us
Is it true
He waited
My tongue was in (my) cheek
For you, my friend
The smell from words
Told me you reeked
When will you learn
We want someone true
The majority spies over
Our men, number a few
The eleventh hour comes
Much too fast it comes
A torch in your hand
To burn our homes
When the twelfth hour strikes
War will break
King you may be now
Twelfth hour, you our footstool to make
Turn 'round, face your face
We do every waking day
Turn 'round and face your face
Do you really want to pay?
We saw an old man walking
We stopped to ask what he
Was doing out here all alone
He said he was looking for
The wayside after his
Wife had died
We told him to follow behind
We could him help
He struggled not to cry
Wondered for two
Young people to care
Why
Said we wanted
Him as much as
He needs us
Is it true
He waited
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