Saturday, August 12, 2017

don't cry

Don't cry
When the pockets full of holes
If you still keen on Bee Anne
Keep crawling and digging in

Don't cry
When you are soaking wet
For the rain will sing its song
Over the uncovered roof

Don't cry
When you have nothing to give
Yet you still need to dig in
Shouldering the burden of the heavy loads

Don't cry
When you still keen on Bee Anne
You are taken for rides
It is better to break away

Don't cry
When you become a slave
Working hard without pay
It goes to service our national debts!

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