ENOUGH TO LET YOU GO

You say there is no other man but I’ve seen you walking hand in hand. You say your heart belongs to me but it surely doesn’t seem to be. So I’ll let go and see you fly I’ll watch you go and say goodbye. But before you leave you should know  I’ll not look back I’ll let you go.

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I loved you for so many reasons your laughter was the brightness of my day. I loved you for so many reasons enough to let you go and walk away.

Time has past and life is busy I spend my days in the city. The crowds are big as I walk the beat and there you are again we meet. We stop and talk and smile polite a time remembered within my sight. We hug each other its time to go the day was late and the sun is low.

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I loved you for so many reasons your laughter was the brightness of my day. I loved you for so many reasons enough to let you go and walk away.

But as you leave I feel the pain my broken heart still feels the same. But you won’t see me cry my dear that time is gone…  Won’t let you near.

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I loved you for so many reasons your laughter was the brightness of my day. I loved you for so many reasons enough to let you go and walk away Yes walk away.

© 2018 Kenneth Paul Wallace

 Writer: Kenny Wallace 155 Sunflower Dr. Linden Mi. 48451 Cell # 810-240-0445          kpw5554@gmail.com

HANGING IN THE TREE

We were twelve years old and we played hide and seek We would watch the girls and laugh hysterically Then came the day Todd’s hanging in the tree They said it was suicide but I knew it couldn’t be

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That summer we played we laughed and we cried I’ll never forget the day that he died We played Captain Hook and we walked the plank We jump from the tree before the ship shank

Todd’s life had ended and they cut down the tree And I think to myself it could have been me

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That summer we played we laughed and we cried I’ll never forget the day that he died

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He slipped from the branch playing a game

My friend is gone but his memory remains.

Chorus:

That summer we played we laughed and we cried I’ll never forget the day that he died

© 2018 Kenneth Paul Wallace

 Writer: Kenny Wallace 155 Sunflower Dr. Linden, Mi. 48451

Cell # 810-240-0445 kpw5554@gmail.com