Lily at the Vine

Lily at the Vine Is a special kind of thing. Is a special kind of dream. Has a very melodic sound. Makes the least thing, astound. Lily at the Vine Gives off an air that make you feel good. Is something that can’t really be explained. I know she needs rain. She’s a very joyous thing. Lily at the Vine Through her happiness, yours she brings. Always has a smile. Always meek and mild. Always seems to teach a lesson. Listening to her is a true blessing. Lily at the Vine Is sometimes a sight. Rarely shows any sign of fright. No one can even compare. An often time seems rare. Lily at the Vine Is a special kind of thing. Is a special kind of dream. If you find a Lily at the Vine, Treasure her forever, Love her everlasting, And she will leave you never.

There is No Such Thing as the Good Ole Days

There is no such thing as the good ole days. There is no such thing as the good ole ways. I’m tired of people trying to relive the past. Cause, you can’t even go back. Just live for the future, That’s what you need to do. Just live for the future, As if you need a clue. I know we can learn from the past. But the past can’t always last. We need to live for the future, To make it a better place. We need to live for the future, And run the race. I’m guilty too. And probably, so are you. Make that change.

Where Did Love Go?

Where did the love go? Did I go away to stay? Never to come my way. Left with a broken heart. Trying for a new start. Has love gone and left me, Here all alone? Where did it go? Has it found a new home? Got me down here, Crying my eyes out. I’m all confused And full of doubt. What is love anyway? Can it make for a brighter day? What is love doing to me? What is love gonna be? Where did love go?