ADVICE ANYTHING GOES
On the inside, I cry, on the outside, I sing.
I can't, any longer, portray this charade,
When I pretend to be happy bieng "just the Band-aid."
I get no gratitude, no any pay.
I give all and get nothing every day
I would work until I die for the people I love,
But I'll be repaid from the man up above.
He commands me to serve my neighbors.
I plan to do so until the day of my chambers.
Would it be too much to ask if I want a "thank you"
After washing the coolers or fingding someone's shoe?
You'll never understand how hard I slave,
Until you tally the hours that I gave.
Three hours, twice a week, games and competitions too.
I've given my all, just for you.
So tell me, Band, what's going on?
Do you think it is al games and fun?
I never complained, I never made a fuss,
Any of those hours I spent on a bus.
You owe me nothing; This is my gift to you.
Band, I love all that I do.
People change their ways.
Grass gets covered with snow.
From winter nights to summer days,
Things change.
A person gets a make-over.
A child is born; an old man dies.
A broken mirror, four-leaf clover,
Eagles swim; a fish flies.
Things change
Growing up sure is hard.
As the nights keep getting colder,
It's about time I let down my gaurd,
And stop being a child, for I am older.
Things change.