I sowed my oats on the Green-belt hills.
I tripped through my youth, improved my skills.
From Emerald's Way to Three Arch Bay,
My world was young and oh, so gay.

I stole aboard a Pam Am flight.
This bird was new. She felt just right.
The pretty girls of Sheridan Square
cried farewell tears because they cared.

Laguna's skies got me quite high.
Her rocky shoals sang out, they cried,
"You're welcome son, tough Village boy.
May God protect and bring you joy"

I seized those days. I mastered time.
On love I thrived. My spirit shined.
I remember now what I'd forgot;
the stunning truth of God's blue eyes.

Mistakes where made but I survived
with God's blue eyes as angel guides.
He saw in me the promised land.
He pruned my wings in hope I'd stand.

Today I praise those eyes of blue.
It's due to them my voice is true.
They taught me right. They kept me straight.
I pray my thanks is not too late.

09/06/2006

Posted on 09/07/2006
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