baygirl66

Closer and Closer Still

Closer and closer goes the rush of time
Smaller and smaller goes this will of mine
The impending season of storm chasing will come
And I will want to give him more than a thumb.

When will it come or where will he go
Will he spend our money fast or slow
Can he control it or is it more like a game
Will he always drive me alittle insane

Now you see I can write lyrics too
About the turning of sky away from blue

So when you hear the storm syrens beeps
Remember how futile my efforts to keep
Him away from danger and me from screaming

When will he stop or when will he learn
That an adult keeps away from the flame that burns

Have At It
I Debbie