Bed Of Dry Roses
So yesterday she came clean and told me she was leaving, She said she was more of a shadow than a keeper,
Where Words Find Their Wings
So yesterday she came clean and told me she was leaving, She said she was more of a shadow than a keeper,
Chris: Ma, Pa,
She stands proud like the world is hers,And right, its hers, and she takes her stand,She has her curves firm,and she doesn't worry about wind sways,She stands on her heels and poses for my eyes,And in my mind I see her hands full of our kids,I wanna marry her. When weight overtook her lean structure,She didn't fall for lures of lemon and skipping breakfasts,Instead,She took the curves and turned them into an icing on the cake that is her,She fits my full view so I don't have distracted eyes on others that pass,She's my satisfaction, In fact, she smiles when I call her fat.
He knows the paths of town and dark alleys alike, He has seen as much as the night lights allowed,
She comes home after the sun kisses the sea, She sells millet at the market - she sells it all, everyday,
(With Audio) Its not worth it, sick of being sick when not online,
Why should I? I wont.
Tired of putting words on paper, Writing of realities of life I dread meeting ahead,
I am not a Hero I'm ashamed to face my daughter,
I'm just the gate guy sir, I know you but you pretend I don't exist,
So yesterday I met my dad, Not like we don't see eye to eye,
Ma, tell this to Pa, His ears no longer listen to my words,