Foggy London Town

Reason for Living

I have a reason to be living
Clearly all things I see
This is a time for giving
The perfect way to be
Putting away the sorrows
This is a brighter day
Swiftly I must borrow
A time to sit and pray
I could be sad
Or I can be mad
But that's out of reason
I'm the only one
I should be pleasing
So how I know
Here I go
This is my fate
It's giddy up go
I can't be late
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Gentle Breezes
Softly does the wind blow
With a gentle breeze
Up and down the hollow
Through leafing trees
Gentle are the whispers
As the branches bend
When the air is crisper
Their melody they send
Echo's in the morning mist
Flow across the glen
Flowers have just been Kist
By the gentle wind
When the morning sun is new
And forest creatures rise
With hungry appetites pursue
As they open sleepy eyes
Where gentle breezes blow
Only this my God can tell
When will  the petals  grow
Within the misty dell
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