Sunday, March 18, 2012

Papa (rough draft)

Desert drive, what a dread,
Spinning windmills up ahead,
A shaking voice bids our return,
We Ride in silence with concern

Despite it all He still tried,
If only time was on his side,
Then his blowing in your chest,
Would've stopped eternal's rest

Chorus:
But you will not be forgotten,
That smile that'd light up my eyes,
A heart so big so tender,
Hard to believe you left this life.

A bleak day dressed in black,
In my tears I look back,
hunting snakes with your flashlight,
Old western movies in the night.

Matching hair cuts in town,
I was a king, you were my crown,
Lake Isabella you gave me so,
smile from my papa across the boat

chorus

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