Life doesn’t always bring
sunshine and butterflies,
Pink clouds and starry skies are
No guarantee.
It can all disappear right there before your eyes,
Whippoorwill softly cries,
“Just let it be.”
There will be better days
Waiting ahead
Wafting in sweet harmony,
Banking off promises,
Memory’s fed,
Whispering softly how good life can be.
No more excuses.
No more sad alibis
Followed by lonesome sighs,
Washed by the breeze.
Off tilting windmills beyond
Where the eagle flies,
Sunshine and butterflies
Fill all my dreams.
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Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
Pink clouds and starry skies are
No guarantee.
It can all disappear right there before your eyes,
Whippoorwill softly cries,
“Just let it be.”
There will be better days
Waiting ahead
Wafting in sweet harmony,
Banking off promises,
Memory’s fed,
Whispering softly how good life can be.
No more excuses.
No more sad alibis
Followed by lonesome sighs,
Washed by the breeze.
Off tilting windmills beyond
Where the eagle flies,
Sunshine and butterflies
Fill all my dreams.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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