If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Happy birthday old man!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOO YOU!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MARK!!! HAPPPPYYYYY BIIIIRRRRTTHHHHHDAAAYYYYY TOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!!! (of course, sung at the top of my lungs obnoxiously! he he he)
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Gloom and darkness everywhere,
People dying in despair,
Happy Birthday!!!!!
Oh, I kid!
You are at the age when you start thinking of the hereafter. whenever you walk into a room, you ask, "what am I here after?"
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