Doggone
11/12/15




Doggone
This is going to be an odd song
I just stopped on a path above the strangest frog pond
The scent of the bogs strong
But the draw coming within is causing me to feel beyond fond
Even though they all say to stay away, and that going against a gods wrong
I told them all, well then it will be not long



Nowadays is a tumor rare?
Don't even try to find any humor there
Some of the spread rumors scare
While others begin to lose their hair
It's easy to speculate from a computer chair
But you don't want to spend your whole entire future there
Because at that rate you will maneuver where?


Why should I try to lie?
We didn't always see eye to eye
Because for a while I would leave others high and dry
Even if they would cry and sigh and die inside
But it was wrong, in this life of mine
I'll get it right this time