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
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
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