Why Do I Do This
I do this
Not for a reward
Not because it's right
And not because I'm bored
I've seen where you could go
It's a long and dangerous road
I'm not one to talk
I'm walking death row
I would wear glass shoes,
To build a bridge just for you.
Happily.
Copyright © Charles Smith | Year Posted 2013
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