Post by kalotaable on Jan 14, 2012 23:21:19 GMT -5
Beneath an oak tree my soul dwells
All my life I quell
To my conscious I tell
Though I am alone, still well
Those who despise me burn in hell
Life Is nothing but a ring of a bell
I don’t buy what they try to sell
I know it’s nothing but a prison cell
Something please do tell
Why is it that I don’t smell?
The haste of life in my spell
As others with bags all swell
All my life I quell
To my conscious I tell
Though I am alone, still well
Those who despise me burn in hell
Life Is nothing but a ring of a bell
I don’t buy what they try to sell
I know it’s nothing but a prison cell
Something please do tell
Why is it that I don’t smell?
The haste of life in my spell
As others with bags all swell