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What Will You Say?


When I was little, I used to sit by the window and watch the world go by
And my, oh my, did the world go by
Because time flew, yes time flies
And it carries us all to the day we're six feet deep with services by graveside
And all we ever really want is for it to be a great ride
So I used to sit in the backseat on the driver's side passing time
And I'd watch every single car that passed us by
Or at least I'd try
And at ten years old, all I could think was I wonder where they're gonna go on the day they die
And still to this day I look out my window
And sometimes I roll it down and I let the wind blow
And I close my eyes and I listen to the sound of travelers traveling by
With the Sun on my face as it illuminates the sky
And I could still hear the sweet voice of my mom from those long Sunday drives
She'd say, "Son, you can be anything that you want to be
And if it were up to me, I'd make you believe that God's plans for you aren't make-believe, they're reality"
And Mom I've been out here living those dreams and I hope you're proud of me
Because you taught me what it's like to live life powerfully

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3.1K viewsAnonymous, Mar 12, 2023 at 06:32

What Will You Say?


When I was little, I used to sit by the window and watch the world go by
And my, oh my, did the world go by
Because time flew, yes time flies
And it carries us all to the day we're six feet deep with services by graveside
And all we ever really want is for it to be a great ride
So I used to sit in the backseat on the driver's side passing time
And I'd watch every single car that passed us by
Or at least I'd try
And at ten years old, all I could think was I wonder where they're gonna go on the day they die
And still to this day I look out my window
And sometimes I roll it down and I let the wind blow
And I close my eyes and I listen to the sound of travelers traveling by
With the Sun on my face as it illuminates the sky
And I could still hear the sweet voice of my mom from those long Sunday drives
She'd say, "Son, you can be anything that you want to be
And if it were up to me, I'd make you believe that God's plans for you aren't make-believe, they're reality"
And Mom I've been out here living those dreams and I hope you're proud of me
Because you taught me what it's like to live life powerfully

#clay
@flawsome_poetry

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