Tired
Tired
I've walked this road till I can walk no longer;
I've sang this song till I think my lungs will pop!
Still my love of this place grows to stronger;
And if I can't get away I think I'll drop!
The birds are killing me with songs of sweetness!
And the flowers along the way, they make me mad!
There's more to life than luxury and sweetness;
And I think a little rain would make me glad!
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2019
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