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What would you do if love always passed you by?

Not anytime, every time!

I mean all of the time!

Would you cry?

Would you want to die?



I hear that sad music.

Don’t like to hear that same old sad song.

The tune is way off key.

Man! I mean none of this song is about me.



Are you a like puppet on a string?

Do you wait for a cell that doesn’t ring?

You can’t even breathe, not a single breath.

You scream but nothing comes out.



I can’t figure the puzzle out.

No use to scream or shout.



I guess, I am just going be cool.

I don’t need the aggravation, not going to be her fool.



When the rain comes pouring down.

Tear away the clouds.

Let all the sunshine warm your soul.



Now the preacher is going to tell you!

You are the reason that God is so blue.

You can’t blame it all on Adam and Eve.



Maybe it was better at the last supper.

Just remember you are a sweet fruit that is still on the vine.

You don’t have to drink all that wine.



Here’s a toast a hope to happy days.

Keep it real, go with what you feel.

Or, you will see your gifts passed away.



What would you do if love always passed you by?

Not anytime, every time!

I mean all of the time!

Would you cry?

Would you want to die?



No, not me baby, I am going to see it a different way.

I am going to back into my shell.

My writer’s little bit O’heaven or BIG PIECE of HELL.

Either way I have a place that is still a part of me.

Passed me by, maybe, At least I am free.