The Beat Of A Different Drum
I have always marchedto the beat of
a different drum
I dont follow the heard
or
greedy,selfish scum
Some word's
I write
will
pin and prick
you
I dont
mean any harm
or to make you down
or to make you blue
Just taking you on
one of lifes rides
allow my words to be
your guide
Let me tell you
why
It's a funky valley high
reaching out to folk
is no joke
Wether on a pc
or a cell phone
you see
I'm reaching out
your not alone
When you look
up in the sky
or at a mountain
or tall a tree
I hope
you see this guy
I hope it is me
Hugs and
a handshake
Hi fives as well
I'll never tell you
your going to hell
Often what we have to give
isnt wanted
but
I'm not daunted
When push comes
to shove
it's really
all about
Love
I know to some
that word
sound's absurd
posessions
obsessions
consessions
more of life's
lessons
I hum
this new song
all day long
While
I march to the beat
of a different drum
The art of life
is where
I'm comming from
So
the next time
you gaze at a mountain
or
a tall tree
or the sky above
I want you to know
it's all bout
Love
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