William Mowell - Decisions We Make
- 4 months ago
Find my way to the sun, live the way of the gun
Give myself to the world, let my leaves unfurl
Love to the very last drop, No need to use a mop
No pain can come of this, No dirty minded balled up fists
Leave the lesson to the teacher, leave the sermon to the preacher
Live life from Texas, leave tonight in a Lexis
I'd be counting flowers on the wall, but white walls all down the halls
A wedding chapel somewhere in sight, you look wonderful in white
I would lay my life down for you, Its something I would do
Wish I could give up this way of life, settle down with you as my wife
This line of work isn't something you give up, you can't leave it in a metaphorical cup
Life on the road is hard sometimes, more so than making up the rhymes
Leaving my baby behind, can't find time to unwind
Schedule me for another show, can't find that magical glow
Searching for it all my life, been at the end of my share of knives
I though I found that in you, our love, I though it grew
But in the end the road wins, and to you, I can't make up for my sins\n\nWilliam Mowell
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/decisions-we-make/
Give myself to the world, let my leaves unfurl
Love to the very last drop, No need to use a mop
No pain can come of this, No dirty minded balled up fists
Leave the lesson to the teacher, leave the sermon to the preacher
Live life from Texas, leave tonight in a Lexis
I'd be counting flowers on the wall, but white walls all down the halls
A wedding chapel somewhere in sight, you look wonderful in white
I would lay my life down for you, Its something I would do
Wish I could give up this way of life, settle down with you as my wife
This line of work isn't something you give up, you can't leave it in a metaphorical cup
Life on the road is hard sometimes, more so than making up the rhymes
Leaving my baby behind, can't find time to unwind
Schedule me for another show, can't find that magical glow
Searching for it all my life, been at the end of my share of knives
I though I found that in you, our love, I though it grew
But in the end the road wins, and to you, I can't make up for my sins\n\nWilliam Mowell
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/decisions-we-make/