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Well, it's not hard to see
Anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just a rolling stone
Never landing anyplace to call my own
To call my own
Well, it seems like so long ago
But it really ain't ya know
I started off a crazy kid
Miracle I made it through the things I did
The things I did
Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
Until then, I travel alone
And I make my bed
with the stars above my head
And dream of a place called home.
Kim Richey, A place called Home
Anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just a rolling stone
Never landing anyplace to call my own
To call my own
Well, it seems like so long ago
But it really ain't ya know
I started off a crazy kid
Miracle I made it through the things I did
The things I did
Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
Until then, I travel alone
And I make my bed
with the stars above my head
And dream of a place called home.
Kim Richey, A place called Home
posted by The Sandmonkey at 10:53 AM
1 Comments:
Nice and catchy but the problem with dreaming and wishing is that unless you put forth the courage and the effort....
all you ever have, is a dream.
Papa Ray
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