Life...
I got a bit creative this morning... was at work with nothing to do... well nothing to do once I had put the car seat in the car. Yep it's all in place now, even the car seat, permanently in the car!
anyway in my spare time and vaguely creative mood, i decided I would write a song, here's the effort:
Life.
(Ch) Life – it’s a one way street
You’ve got to: give, love, pray, dance, run,
Fly, jump, sleep, eat, dream, become
What you want to be
What you were meant to be
Because life, is a one way street
A young girl, cries out for her milk
She toddles around, takes in the world,
If mum and dad could give her,
All the love she needs to feed her
She’ll dance across this stage of life,
But there’s no encore (Get it right!) (CH)
A boy of 10, with a leaden heart:
Work or play? what to say?
Promise to take, or break?
Or make the same old sorry mistake?
Decides on one – will never be there again
As his character takes shape his soul starts to sing
Br: With a lighter heart
And a stronger beat
With a greater rhythm
Down a one-way street (Ch)
An old man with a shovel in his hand,
Pushes it into the dirt, looks down upon his life’s complete work
This woman raised his family,
Right here at his side
And as he throws the dirt upon the grave
A tear escapes from the corner of his eye (he knows) (Ch)
anyway in my spare time and vaguely creative mood, i decided I would write a song, here's the effort:
Life.
(Ch) Life – it’s a one way street
You’ve got to: give, love, pray, dance, run,
Fly, jump, sleep, eat, dream, become
What you want to be
What you were meant to be
Because life, is a one way street
A young girl, cries out for her milk
She toddles around, takes in the world,
If mum and dad could give her,
All the love she needs to feed her
She’ll dance across this stage of life,
But there’s no encore (Get it right!) (CH)
A boy of 10, with a leaden heart:
Work or play? what to say?
Promise to take, or break?
Or make the same old sorry mistake?
Decides on one – will never be there again
As his character takes shape his soul starts to sing
Br: With a lighter heart
And a stronger beat
With a greater rhythm
Down a one-way street (Ch)
An old man with a shovel in his hand,
Pushes it into the dirt, looks down upon his life’s complete work
This woman raised his family,
Right here at his side
And as he throws the dirt upon the grave
A tear escapes from the corner of his eye (he knows) (Ch)
