Your Song

It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they’ve got me quite cross
But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen


NOTE: my nostalgic song…everytime I hear this song..I always remember my sadness, my true feeling..deep inside my heart..what my wish is..but sadly it is just become a wish…

I was always by day, month by month, year by year..that If I have much money, maybe everything will be different…all these things may not happen, and my life will move to the way that I want..but the fact, which I should accept, like it or not…I don’t have it..and nothing I can give…and I know that’s not enough at all…and at the end, I don’t think I can go this far..I just want to end my soul could be free..from everything…


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