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by Mark Ayers When I think of Love
I just have to grab my chest If I can’t have your heart I’d rather have none, if I can’t have the best When I think of Love I wonder, O where do I lie? What side am I on, the ground or the sky? No matter now, cause Love makes me high I’ll never understand just how ladies think They push us and shove us right to the brink Why the’re attracted when your mean or repulsed when your nice How confusing is that? I did learn that twice When I think of Love I just have to grab my heart You said that forever, we never would part I know you were telling What you thought to be true But now I know, you were lying to you.
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by Mark Ayers A young girl lovely and blithe
A young spirit and oh so wise What’ in her heart she does hide Thinking time she has lots to bide A walk she took outside one day To sort some stuff, that was in the way So many trials in life she’s fought So heavy a price tis how their bought Chorus She wants to know what she’s missing She want to know just how to run She wants her day to be forgiven She wants her day out in the Sun A heart beat away from Heaven or Hell What goes on inside she never will tell She sings seldomly, cause when she does We can see inside, from whence it comes Chorus A blithe heart inside as best can tell Looking deeper, there’s been lots of hell Miraculous life oh what a gift, he gave Questions is, will she accept his save Chorus by Mark Ayers Took out one day and decided to roam
Took no wallet and took no phone To see the world, or so I’d thought To see myself, I’d rather not Clouds are dark and holding me down Feel inside, I’m about to drown Walking down the frontage road I35 South or so I’m told Not caring much just where I was My stubborn heart not wanting to budge Whimpering, I finally just wash away What I’d give, If I could stay To be myself, just to be free Of their expectations, how could I be by Mark Ayers As the seafoam rises
I look her way It’s then I realize There’s nothing to say Life has a price We all must pay Just a big game God makes us play As the seafoam rises I swear it’s true I sit here alone As I usually do Not sad or happy Nor gay or blue It’s then I realize To me I must be true As the seafoam rises Forced by gravity It’s then I realize It just had to be. |
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