Will you then be just able?
If you are not allowed to talk to strangersYou ought to getSome guardian rangers
Cut fresh roses
I bet is a bad choice, a batch of brushesI bet a better choice is, cut fresh rosesI never bet it’s set but the word betCan get my point around and be profound
A sorry generation
The day good manners were killedPeople criedA sorry generation became walking deadThey could not say sorry, it is the story
Grabbing fears by the horns
Easier said than done but it can be doneOur fear should be to fear oneOur women should not shed tears of fearWe can only fear ‘The One’ He will let escape ‘none’
A new day tomorrow
It was a new year on October thirdHurricane attacking as you never heardIt was a sweet sunny time to enjoy someoneWhether you had money or not. Why not?
Hasty to be so nasty
Life won’t be so tasty if you are so nastyLife won’t be so tastyIf you do not stop
Just got to let it go
I have nothing to sayI have nothing to say anymoreWhat I say has been told
It is a boomerang
The Pokémon users are on the goThey can run you overAnd not even know it
Getting to one hundred
The fifth can be a blessingThe fifth can be a curseOf course it is hard to get thereHowever, every second counts
They sure will let me go
As I come backWith bridges, parksBirds, the sky so highI love them one more time
Pin it to your headboard
Pin it to your headboardWhat I say and said beforeOnly as a reminder that I love you
A search for you will have no end
If I return to life againI will look for you my friendThe air, the sun are full of youThe moon will point at you
Aglow we go
I’m a songwriter as a soft spiderWeaving pretty webs of loveLet’s weave together not aloneLet’s weave together our next song
Retreat with me
Retreat with me so you can seeWhat I can seeWeekend’s memoriesThe seed that we’ll see
