Month: May 2018

Just  Like a child lost in the nite,  like a nite-bird in flight,  I’ll be gone by mornin  light, just like i always do. It’s always been the same ole thing, Life is not a game, But you can play it like a tune, just  like you always do,Yes we know this me an you. Ask the gypsy lady’s  cards ,ask the Indian mans  scares  ,the wolf howlin at the moon. It is all an unforgiving plan,the way it’s  always been, Not a game.

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He’s a Moon Child,playin strong an wild, Can look right thru you with his eyes, Got a heart of gold an i should know, cause he gave it away to me. Beautiful lover, like no other, one in a million dreams, plays them tunes like the waves of the sea. Rise an fall , don’t we all,  life is always a mystery,  an life is always a mystery. He’s a Moon Child playin strong an wild an will forever be.