defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad
I can’t help but boast and brag.
MOMMA
Oh, I love my momma
She’s the reason I’m alive.
Her total love for me
Has made her struggle and strive.
Jesus had a momma
Who bore Him in a cave.
She couldn’t help but love Him
From His birth to the grave.
Should I hang on the highest hill
My momma would be there.
I know her love would follow me
My Angel of despair.
Her hair is now all silver
As I hold her fingers, worn.
Oh, God, bless this wrinkled brow
From whose body I was born.
LETTERS
We were just the best of friends
I knew him all my life.
I’m sure that he, towards the end
Found out I love his wife.
He drove his car right off a cliff
And crashed into the sea.
I know it was no accident
For a skillful driver was he.
He must have found our letters
Of love that shouldn’t be.
He’s the type to harm himself
Instead of killing me.
As I looked in his wife’s eyes
She sadly said to me,
Instead of us, he killed himself
Because of lovers, such as we.
Lord, have mercy on our souls
For her husband, my friend, has died!
No one else may ever know
But God how much we’ve lied.
HONEYMOON CRUISE
The gulls have gone long ago
As we sail a peaceful sea.
The skies are blue, soft and kind
Where else would we wish to be.
Late at night, as we embrace
In front of a reggae
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