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Questions of Life
(Note: written in 2000-I wanted to post the original piece, so I decided not to edit it anymore than I already did when it was first written.)
What do u do when you have no dress shoes,
when you have the blues,
what do you do when you don't
know where to go?
What do you do when you cry,
when you have stitches to soe?
what is the heartache in laying low?
where does the river end-where does it flow?
what are questions when you cannot find
peace of mind?
Where is heartache then?
Where are those bridges you have to cross,
where is the courage you have lost?
why must you lie low when you need to go far,
where is the end i must cross to be free?
Follow the whistler in the dark,
do not be afraid to fly.
What do u do when you have no dress shoes,
when you have the blues,
what do you do when you don't
know where to go?
What do you do when you cry,
when you have stitches to soe?
what is the heartache in laying low?
where does the river end-where does it flow?
what are questions when you cannot find
peace of mind?
Where is heartache then?
Where are those bridges you have to cross,
where is the courage you have lost?
why must you lie low when you need to go far,
where is the end i must cross to be free?
Follow the whistler in the dark,
do not be afraid to fly.
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Questions of Life
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