| Under That Same Tree My friend lay under that same tree I still cry every day He had a beautiful heart Where did he go wrong? He’s gone He was a very strong man Full of bones He will not suffer anymore. He was very bold, Kicked so many times out of doors Crash...Bang One way or another he Would have fallen His name was Fred What can we do to stop losing our men? Everyone can’t be a winner But there are too many chiefs. Rest, my buddy, You are now at peace. Please, No more Crime. I care Amen © Patricia R. Frye, 2002 background from a painting by Patty Lawson Back...................Next * |