If my story instead of being
Old but were new words of
Encouagemeng for sure I would
Have for you for the problem
Is easy and is seen right from
The start that mans inclination
Has deception at the heart
And thus the cure is just as easy
For all man has to do is change
His inclination to loving all it’s true
But the story like our history goes
Beyound the realms of forgetfulness
And thus the likes of me for all want
To be millionaires and for life to be free
Even if it means the death of those we
Can not see for things have a balance
Or so it would seem to me for to live
This life of luxury poor someone has to
Be in body and mind regardless of age
Someone has to suffer and be the constant
Gage of what it is to and have not of having
Enough for you and the cats an dogs mice and
Frogs and all those other things we give a home
And yet each day we pass those whom roam
The train stations at night looking for a spot
To curle up tight and keep the cold at bay
If my story instead of being
True then maybe they would be hope for
You that I oft do pass in the street
Not knowing what is in your sight
Nor wondering where you rest your
Heart tonight for I’m going home to
Freeview
If my story instead of being mine
Were yours