lost and then found
Style
Style like a rhyme from heaven.
Love like the wind i free my soul.
Thank my Friend.
Picks me up when i Did fall.
And thanks again.
I found the first was last my Friend.
I stretch my arms singing songs my heart did sing
From every cord.
I reached on sounds of yesterday.
Calling my Friends.
Or at least i thought they were.
But fear it looms.
like the sounds of distant lullaby"s
crowded rooms.
Counting on the doom.
That was a fall that hindered me.
But Ive got style cant fade away.
Yes Ive got style.
Cant fade my style away from me.
Love like the wind i free my soul.
Thank my Friend.
Picks me up when i Did fall.
And thanks again.
I found the first was last my Friend.
I stretch my arms singing songs my heart did sing
From every cord.
I reached on sounds of yesterday.
Calling my Friends.
Or at least i thought they were.
But fear it looms.
like the sounds of distant lullaby"s
crowded rooms.
Counting on the doom.
That was a fall that hindered me.
But Ive got style cant fade away.
Yes Ive got style.
Cant fade my style away from me.
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