Sunday, January 31, 2010
I have often told you guys stories about the wayI lived my life a drifter,Waiting for the day...When I take your hands and sing you songsAnd maybe you would say,"Come lay with me,love me.."And I would surely stay...But I feel I'm growing older...And the songs that I have sung,Echo in the distance...Like the sound of a windmill going around..I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune..Many times I've been a traveller,I looked for something new...In days of old,in nights of cold,I wandered without you...But those days I thought my eyes had seen you standing near...Though blindness is confusing,It shows that you're not here..Now I feel I'm growing older..And the songs that I have sung,Echo in the distance...Like the sound of a windmill going round..Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune..I've matured to know the great responsibility I have to carry for my family and my life... I realise the change to myself now...
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