I’m always paying dues it seems.4
For you. For me. For the tears.
For the fears at the rear.
It sears my heart.
Parts my stark heart.
Just like a lark.
I want to fly away.
So I continue to dream.
Of a dream beyond your comprehension.
A dream of songs and tunes softly playing.
Around and around it goes, take my hand.
Sing with me.