"Tell me a story where we can be kings
a place far-away where happiness is
and sonorus music always sings
and love radiates creating sheer bliss
Tell me a story where you are my love
the place where we are is kind, true, and just
joyus with all the blessings of stars above
and all can be happy, not only us
where dreams are in reach, and work is well done
satisfaction can come from another day done
oh, always is enough rain and or sun
where we are happy and you are my love
Tell me a story that tells all my dreams
so I can forget life's unpleasent things"
'Let me tell you a story that is far-away
you are my love, and our love is each day
you are a King, and I am your Queen
Our kindom is our land, house, and home
Our lords of the land, our children to come
Our stock, our citizens, hard working and true
Our garden is our wealth
but my personal wealth is you
From day to day is just enough rain and, or sun
and the air rings music of which we are fond
we are both happy, and you are my love
and we have all the blessings of the stars above'
Just another face in the croud
another person smothered
and still alone
another sad song being sung
another tear left to be wiped away
How am I to know the meaning of a world
where everything is too caught up
in everything around them and themselves?
How could I ask someone to partake
in my little world of sorrows?
they have their own lives to make
is it selfish of myself to want to make
a part of someone's story of their lives?
So I could forget myself and hurry away
to be arms to hold, or a shoulder on which to cry?
How am I to understand a complicated world
when I am struggling just to understand myself
Sometimes I think I could be content to cry
weep out my sorrows, shames, and guilt
but is it better to lift then replace the scythe?
or are we better off to bare and look away from where it rests?