Four-Leaf Clover

Sometimes I just want to say I reckon it doesn’t matter any way I remember once I watched a ghost Fly into a soul and become the host As darkness inhales clear blue sky’s Mothers feeling their children’s cries In a distant bar there is a singer who sings As two more betray their wedding rings Gliding upon the dance floor of lust If you burn the toast scrape the crust On the other side of town a call is made Another soul is offered up for trade Trading tricks just to ride the white horse Steady as she goes and stay the course A little old lady about 60 pounds Grabs her chest and hits the ground A baby is born to the most awful fate Parents drinking from the pool of hate They had no love and with noting to hold Play in the snow and you will get cold An old man could no longer take the strife He grabbed his chest and fell next to his wife I guess that is how strong love should be If you have to go then please wait for me As suddenly as it started it was all over A man finally found a four-leaf clover