i sat down to write a ballad
'bout the time i found a frog in my salad
he looked sweet and green
and no i'm not that mean
that should have been the day
i gave everything away
dropped the fork and kicked the table
but everyone knows i wasn't able
i sat down to write a song
about the time everything went wrong
out in a storm when a lightening strike
hit the frame of my brand new bike
that should have been the day
i gave everything away
counted the lucky stars
saw a sign , broke through the bars
i sit down to bend your ear
about the times you are very near
reading thoughts and slicing through
lifting up and painting blue
making poems that stick like glue
all that i am called to do
this should be the day
we give everything away
history would prove it wrong
and still we cannot end the song
lahc 02/29/16
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