Reasons
There are reasons for everything, and I'd like to tell a few of my own.
I've always said don't quit, until your last show is shown.
It's not about quitting, nor about a show.
It's about the things you do, that could make you a hoe.
And while in the act one never thinks about the things they've done, and don't
want to do anymore.
Though dreams about the place they'd like to go, that they've never been before.
Excuses are as good as reasons, if you truly believe.
As long as one practices good faith and try not to deceive.
Maybe my reasons is that I don't have one at all.
Or maybe one is hidden and I'm just trying to stall.
I know my heart and the good inside.
All I need is a person for this reason to confide.
Will you be that person for whom I can cnofide?
Or will you get a reason for which you can not define?
I don't know, time will tell with the seasons.
Maybe then you can decide between excuse or reason.
Copyright © Candra Thompson | Year Posted 2006
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