Play me the chords
Let me dance in the mud
And give no slight care
For whispers and for glares
Let me move to the rhythm
Let me wear-off their sarcasm
Then the sun will shyly smile
And the rain will lose its guile
Let my fears all fade
Like a dirty wornout jade
And after I’ve danced through my night
Let me grin at the emergence of the morning light
Without worries of what is to come
Without fears of yesterday’s sum
Only glee…
Play the merry chords to me.
P17:22 ‘A merry heart…’
#proverbsmodified#
IFeKlEvA ’13
I told you I liked this….I am doing it now officially. It is a nice piece.
Thank you, Shaihehe…i’m glad you like it.