I perched on my window sill,
just like the day's of old...

She was a prissy rude sort of lady,
and her pencnez sat way to far down...

Life takes many turns the road seems far to long
words used to seem so elegant now they seem so...

One last time to say goodbye
one last tear yet to cry...

To no longer stroll down life's dusty lanes
to no longer have sleepless slumber...

Life a roller coaster of emotions all rolled into...
life a place full of bore a place full of fun...

Little ballerina don't dance so fast
give unto Me your broken past...

Little drummer boy keep the beat
tap the drum to the soldiers feet...

On my journey oh so long
the days seem never to end...

Bringing me to higher ground,
my feet don't dare make a sound...

Life is seldom funny
its like the tears and runny lines on paper drawn...

Music flows on dotted line
in black ink a flat note from time to time...