Do the Math
On the banks of a river under the nest of a dove
He looked into the eyes of the girl that he loved
She was simply as beautiful as beautiful could be
He was bitter as the salt, which came from the sea
But something about him she could not resist
Perhaps it was the tender way that he kissed
They were truly as happy as two kids could be
Sitting there on bank under the shade of the tree
Sharing all of their dreams and all of their hearts
Not knowing their parents would soon tear them apart
She told him if I can’t have you no man will have me
Those words that she spoke were true as could be
She turned to God and he turned to dope
I guess each of them needed something to cope
She became a Nun a beautiful heavenly flower
He became a convict with a shot callers power
Throughout their lives as the story is told
Each held the other more valuable then gold
Friends to the end regardless of the path
Its all very simple if you just do the math
Written for Elaine's contest
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