Should I fall down
Would you lift me up
Should I act like a clown
Would you laugh it up
Should I sing out loud in a crowded place
Would you sing along, face to face
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When I get old
Will you be by my side
When my mind does fold
Will you be my guide.
When I tell the same stories on and on
Will you listen in silence until the dawn
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Should my time come, will you say goodbye
Would you hold my hand till the end of day
Should memories vanish, like clouds in the sky
Would the darkness we had, soon fade away
Will you worry, why should we care
When in the great hereafter I shall wait for you there
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About the Creator
JBaz
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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