Love does prevail without veil
Only a tale Of a gal, Abigail
Entailed a detailed account
That love does prevail without veil
A smile she always caters
Good manners are her banners
A smile she always caters
And goodwill she always scatters
I chose to see reality
Strolling along the avenue
A brand new man I am
I smile, I know, I simply can
I wave goodbye to my
Aspy friends
A Bus Operator
A bus operator
Never leaves for later
Presses the accelerator
And goes off to work
The Erasable
I am the ErasableYou can’t seem to find me anywhere You are the traceableI can find you everywhere
A bus operator
A bus operator awakes before the light is awaken. He or she has to get enough rest, for the rest of the day awaits with many choices to make.
Your inside clean
Why would you have done that?I don’t understandPutting lines around your arms
You will dance forever
The one that wants to be a dancerDances aloneMastering the skill, you will master and feel
Foul loud sayings
Enunciating foul loud sayingsIn front of mums and childrenMums are saying, same foul sayings
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’