Rolling Stones


By Jeff Walker and Tim S Poma

A rolling stone can call anywhere his home
Because he loves to roll and he loves to roam
For he knows life is a rhyme composed of a poem
And the rhythm he loves because he can feel the tone
He truly knows, we are never ever not alone
When he rolls with the gravel underneath his shell of stone
For in human nature, we this rock are all prone
To miss behave and think that we are alone
But when rocks they roll we feel the passion
As He sit and watches while society crashes
He swerves to dodges all the media masses
But he rolls away because he brought a book of matches

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