Peaceful mockeries, disdainful sin All the things that come from within. Signs of Red, Blue, and White Orange and Green and the Yellow of Light. A big horizon in a tie dye sight, A battle, A war, a roue, a fight A chance to highlight the might. Tasty foods, sweet Wines, and shiny Jewels AContinue reading “The Cliche Sweet Goodnight”
It all makes sense It doesn’t make sense For soon they’ll run its course. It all makes sense It doesn’t make sense And soon they’ll be no more. All that is knowing, We can all lay to rest. When all is said and done, that’s truly what’s best.
What Joy I see It was a moment of ecstasy. Now that moment has come to pass Lay by side with your Bonnie lass. It is where we all came from, Came and gone at last, So now we rest After the same song and Dance.