January 10th, 2006

I have a strong tendency to look back in life. I believe that you should never forget where you came from and what it took for you to get where you are today. Here is another old ballad I found amongst my tapestry of musings, written back in 2003.

Spare A Rose

You ever walk down the street
And find you’re all alone
There’s not a single soul to meet
And no one to call your own

You don’t see the birds flying
Oh, the winds have gone away
And you hear a lone bird crying
On a dark summer’s day

You ever look at the sky
When your day has come to pass
And you ever wonder why
About the days that didn’t last

You don’t hear the night’s song
It’s just the chill of the night
And the time that seems so long
Just like a lone bird�s flight

But I hope you’re feeling fine
While you’re sitting there at home
Oh, come see me one last time
Spare a rose for my gravestone.

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