I wake up with her,
eyes creaking like blind stars.
She’s strange, she’s yesterday,
I remember us the week before;
wonder if tomorrow
will fade us both out completely.
I am up making coffee.
She comes into the kitchen
deliberately brushing her hip
against mine…nothing strange about that,
but I do wonder if sometimes
she thinks I am someone else.
Motives for marriages are well known!
She- want to climb on husband's neck.
His dreams are soaring much below,
Somewhere around lady's legs.
it's evening another day has gone
another day of war and harm and fear
some suffer but our closing time goes on
they have no food and we stay drinking beer
it's evening we sit and watch tv
here's peace and wealth poverty there
but we are still pretending we don't see
the world burns on and we don't care
it's evening and everything like anytime
some suffer some get rich and some will die
and our ignorance again commits a crime
we're turning up the sound so we don't hear them cry
it's evening the night is filled with sorrow
today was party - what will be tomorrow?
Movements between a left and a right swing
A pendulum plays a well-known rhythm
Moments between the ticking and tocking
A lonely figure bracing in the storm
An empty park-bench on a quiet lawn
A pendulum plays a well-known rhythm
Like a long lost memory towards dawn
The distant baying of a hunting dog
An empty park-bench on a quiet lawn
Hearing bright laughter thru the gloomy fog
Sometimes life is spent in little spaces
The distant baying of a hunting dog
Out at large, on and on the world races
Life, long or short, fines a nominal sum
Sometimes life is spent in little spaces
Knocking at a door for heaven to come
Movements between a left and a right swing
Life, long or short, fines a nominal sum
Moments between the ticking and tocking.
Mrs.Joyce Cross is very well known
In Jesus she's really grown.
She's known by many,and loved by all
When ever she's needed just give her a call.
She's a dear,and precious friend
Her love is no pretend.
She's a wonderful mother that always care
And the love she gives no other can compare.
Her passion is the kids program,and celebrations
Forever giving a hand,and dedications.
She truly loves being at HMOC
And there's no other place that she rather be.
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