By Mary Bone
Back in my day
I had some fun.
Back in my day,
I lived on the run.
Back in my day,
I lived under the gun,
Just trying to make hay,
Under the sun.
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"Secrets"
By Mary Bone
Tonight the secrets become known,
Full blown and out of proportion.
If we had left our secrets alone,
They would still be unknown.
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"Singing Heart"
By Mary Bone
The sadness seeps through my soul,
Tears rushing forth, out of control.
Madness waiting beyond the brink,
And down into the mire,
my heart does sink.