Red and white, yellow and gold,
Doing this as you are told.
Rain pours down from above,
As He surely shows his love.
Dreams fall down into the mist,
For all who have forgotten this.
A teardrop fall beside a stream,
All because she didn’t mean.
She cried, she cried, to no avail,
There was nothing to lift the veil.
A book of love, stood near beside,
But she would not pick it up and ride.
Stranger and stranger, the weary steeped days,
Pain and anguish swept over all of her ways.
There was no way to end this pain,
She wouldn’t turn from the window pane.
Red and white, yellow and gold,
She never would do as she was told.
Out of the deep a willows cry,
The end was now passing by.
Her life she spent in solemn care,
For solace sake she would dwell there.
Her children left, she stood alone,
Her t.v., chilled her to the bone.
She wept, she wept, there was no end,
There was no way to go back to Begin.
A book of Life stood ready and waiting,
But she would not stop her near debating.
Deeper and deeper, into her sorrow filled fate,
Jaded and graded until it’s too late.
There was no way to end her sorrow,
For she would not look for the Tomorrow.
Red and white, yellow and gold,
At one time or another we don’t do as we’re told.
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