hard cheese sir
hard cheese sir
in these trying times to be a help someone to be a normal son
hard to get those homemade pies
hard to be a real asset to someone used to someone else
the resentmeant it is a palatable thing
hard to hang tight and close to hold on to a ghost figure intent on doing whatever
the best way to describe a woman is the wind
can you control the wind as it is blowing can you change the direction of the wind to make it slowing from the fast fast pace of living in the lane the street the city of the bright night lights how they shine and beckon to the poor my own mother torn into without the money that she needed to be rich we shopped in the windows of the stores and left always empty handed needing more then we could find our eyes full of wondering out loud
love reserved for someone already met
none for the new boy never or just not yet
one day gone never to return
she has a piece of me that burns
she took my heart but kept it there
and not aware of the love for her
its just hard cheese sir
