Sometime we all play dumb, at times the truth is hard to face, especailly if it means disgrace.
You can be awake or on a doze
makes no difference the river
still flows
Flowers in the garden still grows
oh how lovely a red rose
Everyone eventually blows his nose
Some people act like they don't
know a thing
but under the right pressure the
little birdie will sing
Sing sing a song
with someone or alone
there's less right and more wrong
A person has got to be strong
cause life can be short or long
Be assured the devil will issue a gong
it's best not to play him in ping pong
First man got caught up in his game
the devil went after Jesus just the same
Actually he couldn't touch him
with his flame
because God blessed his holy name
Some folks evily plot
very few appreciate the love we got
Mess around too much anyone
can get shot
of coures everyone prefer not
Listen to the violin strum
knowing the truth many play dumb
Right on up until they succumb
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
(Hugs) Holly