If I were once again young,
Would you believe me…words of my tongue?
Or would you just spank me and bid me to stop?
Expressing myself over wood on the dock
I call out to waters, my voice doth it ring
Alone by myself, opinion echo brings
So now I can hear what I said and I meant
I love you for always, though I did you send
Yet you did not want that, hardly at all
But my voice, still it travels as I send my call
Oh are you still with me and do you still care?
Or when I am drowning, would you rather stare?
If this is what’s meant when you reap what you sow
Then I’d rather feel it when it can soon grow
That way I won’t wonder if soil was just right
To grow me a garden I planted last night
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