Given the Chance
I'll Die Like a Baby
On Some Far Away Beach
When the Season's Over.
Unlikely
I'll Be Remembered
As the Tide Brushes Sand in My Eyes
I'll Drift Away.
Cast Up On a Plateau
With Only One Memory
A Single Syllable
Oh Lie Low Lie Low.
I'll Die Like a Baby
On Some Far Away Beach
When the Season's Over.
Unlikely
I'll Be Remembered
As the Tide Brushes Sand in My Eyes
I'll Drift Away.
Cast Up On a Plateau
With Only One Memory
A Single Syllable
Oh Lie Low Lie Low.
2 comments:
I love that!
Mailyn,
Hi - long time, no see.
How are things ?
Hugs,
M.
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