Maybe life may have changed for me
Sad and happy I may be and flip flop the wheel will turn
Look far wide I see no end but reflect the world clear
Future cool with respite and might I compel the elements sea
I see a humble one a tumble tremble and cry with mean tears aglow
But never a fleeting foot a catch a thief will try to merge below
Fool others they might seek all and foolish falleth for play tonight
But never break a loaf with a crooked lying fiend that destroyeth a player game
Color fast selfish I might be now to the end watchful eyes glow within
Safer lighter a spirit because no one else load carry I load free I go
Young and old is without a clue of life mysteries that reveal all to many seek
Old Spirit am I who seeked overzealous malice jealous loath I to not jest more
Silly young turncoat sell out all himself and his cast of black intriguing not
Loyalty what is that to poor and devastated pushed manners etiquette imagine that
Money is the flavor they dance a jig to buy them all witness that five dollars credible is it not to witness such a feat marvelous just great
Old Spirit I may be money means crap to me tool is it buy me cannot achieve
Color of the betrayers love other races better than own more respect than self
Sad is day time race care of not will sell person's dignity respect for money tainted glow to destroy one but affect many
Creep show horror disdain for creature lame of thought frame pitiful structure sag falter like spidery lies become elusive tragic flashing knives
Original people start motion of foolish plot love to continue the stupid play of games lies death to respect of Old Spirit gone
Flavor of the name betray your own race for color of pale olive and other of different races
What the hell life atorn they seek all the flavor of bianco and continue game of deceit more more they beacon fervishly wantonly
Flipped around before sad and happy I might be but what won't be is Ralph Polo ever being seen with me.
By Felicia McCaw
Sad and happy I may be and flip flop the wheel will turn
Look far wide I see no end but reflect the world clear
Future cool with respite and might I compel the elements sea
I see a humble one a tumble tremble and cry with mean tears aglow
But never a fleeting foot a catch a thief will try to merge below
Fool others they might seek all and foolish falleth for play tonight
But never break a loaf with a crooked lying fiend that destroyeth a player game
Color fast selfish I might be now to the end watchful eyes glow within
Safer lighter a spirit because no one else load carry I load free I go
Young and old is without a clue of life mysteries that reveal all to many seek
Old Spirit am I who seeked overzealous malice jealous loath I to not jest more
Silly young turncoat sell out all himself and his cast of black intriguing not
Loyalty what is that to poor and devastated pushed manners etiquette imagine that
Money is the flavor they dance a jig to buy them all witness that five dollars credible is it not to witness such a feat marvelous just great
Old Spirit I may be money means crap to me tool is it buy me cannot achieve
Color of the betrayers love other races better than own more respect than self
Sad is day time race care of not will sell person's dignity respect for money tainted glow to destroy one but affect many
Creep show horror disdain for creature lame of thought frame pitiful structure sag falter like spidery lies become elusive tragic flashing knives
Original people start motion of foolish plot love to continue the stupid play of games lies death to respect of Old Spirit gone
Flavor of the name betray your own race for color of pale olive and other of different races
What the hell life atorn they seek all the flavor of bianco and continue game of deceit more more they beacon fervishly wantonly
Flipped around before sad and happy I might be but what won't be is Ralph Polo ever being seen with me.
By Felicia McCaw
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