3 Musketeers a Collaboration With Casarah Nance and Tim Smith

I wrote a poem of despair My hearts been tossed up into the air She wrote a limerick that was taboo She made me laugh when I was so blue Entering stage left was Tim Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn It seems that we laugh or we cry We live, we love, or we die The three of us, holding poetic swords up high Throughout the ages we all do fly No subject goes unspoken For the freedom of words we've awoken No battle to long or too fierce Our duels are true and unrehearsed. Through blood, sweat and tears A bond so strong that sweetens the years All for one and one for all Let us carry on and have a ball!