They say time is the travels of the Sun
As it makes it's rounds through outer space...

It's the reason the World goes around,
And why smiles are no longer frowns...

(If this poem site could literily talk)
I've been meaning to speak to y'all...

May my voice
Not be strained...

The season has come
To sing lullabies...

It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...

I'm not defined by my outer appearance
That first glance of what you can see...

I see those tears your trying to conceal
As they seep from your weary eyes...

Tongues can spray bullets
Packed full of hate...

My eyes sweat with exhaustion
I'm battered and badly bruised...

Always think things through
Ponder a little while...

To the lady who stole my heart
But then put it to good use...