I wrote this song a month before I moved in with my wife. It was an exciting time but tinged with regret because of the great memories I had shared with a great friend. I wrote it on my first night in the first house either of us owned.
Think you can get rich at the Casino? Don't count on it! I was going at least once a week for several years before I ran out of funds. How the casinos lure you back time and time again. If you went for the first time and won a little,
congratulations. Don't go back. Quit while your ahead.
This is an aspiration beyond divinity for a place never founded yet remaking the tale of loved happiness. They say angels exist as time fills more devotion in this sand mine of time. So much in one word, I may find this compassion.
| Updated Jun 13, 2015
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Reading this memoir will take you into the eyes of an innocent child who has been robbed of his imagination by societies demands and pressure. Experience the struggle of trying to defend ones imagination and understand why you no longer imagine.