I have (seriously!) begun to suspect
That I’m losing my intellect
Now what was that I was saying?
Oh look, it’s starting to rain!
I have (seriously!) begun to suspect
That I’m losing my intellect
Now what was that I was saying?
Oh look, it’s starting to rain!
“What wealth have you”, the magnate sneered, “For coin I can spare but few”.
“Of things you covet”, the beggar replied, ” ‘Tis true I have little of it”.
“But of the soul, I do believe, I have plenty where you have a hole”.
As soon as I reach the best age
I will break out of my cage
I’ll tear down the door, throw it to the floor
And spend the last of my rage
What then might I have to say?
When free to speak as I may
What wrongs would I right, which battles to fight?
How can I know the best way?
For freedom brings many choices
Amidst conflicting voices
Only one path is true, the best thing to do
Bring peace so the world rejoices
If we could right the myriad wrongs
Turn canon fire to peaceful songs
Bring happiness with each new dawn
Sow barren lands with bountiful corn
Calm stormy winds and heavy seas
Get evil men to try to please
Bring tolerance and common love
And more also you might think of
If only these, you or I could
Then surely…… we would?