by Harold Millican
Laid back in my own world, takin it slow
People say things are easy. Sometimes theyre wrong
What could they know about emotions?
Love you give and get it back?
Think to yourself
What could anyone know about your emotions?
Do they care?
How could they feel your pain?
Did they see you cry?
This is the blues in the sky
For you and I
Life is like a rollercoaster, slow to begin and fast to the end.
No one can ever feel the pain some of us feel
But for some life is not a drag
While for others Its a dingy dishrag
In a breeze, the race of man is crying for every life gone down
And the black man is frowning, he used to SMILE
What is lifes meaning? You tell me.
If you knew youd go down in history
Cause, Im in my world daydreamin in a breeze
Posted on 12/01/2007
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