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My Song
They've sung about love and broken hearts
and everything in between;
Sung about all the foreign lands
and the beauty that's rarely seen.
They've complained about the weather
in spring, summer, winter, and fall;
But this song I am singing
don't mean anything at all.
They've sung about the revolutions
and jam packed slavery ships;
About the long haired hippy freaks
and the wild LSD trips.
Sang of the conscripted soldiers
and all the young that went AWOL;
But this song I am singing
don't mean anything at all.
They've sung about the birth of robots
and intelligence beyond man;
Of all the things that they will do
so much better than we can.
Yet through the speed of progress
I can hear the clarion call;
But this song I am singing
don't mean anything at all.
Yesterdays became memories
that were held close to the heart,
While all those dreams of tomorrow
were born to be torn apart.
Somewhere there are promises
that been ravished in the squall;
But this song I am singing
don't mean anything at all.
Well, they sing about creation
and what might be life after death,
Yet they don't know what will happen
after one takes their last breath.
Maybe their voice just might be heard
echoing through heaven's hall;
Still the song I am singing
don't mean anything at all.
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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