Even though sometimes have come
My numbers up I was someone done
The way they always say it pays too
Pray for rain while the skies are grey.

Far from reason I am believing these
Seasons pass they’re seen as pleasing
Redeeming us so justly put I’m trusting
Enough of all I could this is understood.

Honestly for the common good I should
Not lie I’ve knocked on wood rocked my-
– self till sick tick tock the second hand
On my clock I understand does jam alot.

The penny drops how many more any
would be plenty sure before we draw
The final straw time like mine can’t be
Ignored the beat’s concrete in my core.

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