I’m here thinking of my life
How my life was played
Out
Did I sell it for riches of
Green back and gold
For diamonds that sparkle’s
And blind my eyes,
Just to say, I have all these
Riches
To satisfy my neighbors approval
Do my expectations leave a bit
To be desired?
Oh’ no, I am just old me cannot
Change..
The diamonds I have is few and
Gold is fewer
Keep it hiding away so the thieves
Want slay for such cheap riches
I am just that old plain Jane, tryin
To be hidden
Poor the bone trying to swim
Above water..
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