This guitar in my hand Helps me, to understand This crazy world we're living in Still I struggle with what's within Whoa'oh ... Whoa'oh ... Whoa'oh On and on, on it goes Where it stops, who really know Dreams come slowly, if at all Still I try ... Still I try Whoa'oh ... Whoa'oh ... Whoa'oh No matter how much we love one another Still we'll find ways to hurt each other What is now a mountain, was a hill I can't explain, I can't explain Whoa'oh ... Whoa'oh ... Whoa'oh Off and runnung, so it seems We'll band together, to find the dream And there you have it, Another song, going on and on, on and on Whoa'oh ... Whoa'oh ... Whoa'oh I know you thought this song was done Life is a race that's never run Give it all till you got no more Then we all will face the score Whoa'oh ... Whoua'oh ... Whoa'oh
I like your song, Ina. I wish we could hear you singing it, too. I found that old song that I was telling you about that my daddy used to sing to me when I was little. It was written in 1906, so he must have learned it as a child also. He was born in 1903. Maybe his parents used to sing it to him. Anyway, it is still about the saddest song that I have ever heard. Here is the words for the song, which is called "If I Only Had a Home Sweet Home". http://www.parlorsongs.com/content/i/xifonlyhd_lyr.php
I wonder if this might not be a song, maybe it is a poem. Hmmmmm. I still have not come up with a name yet. It's about what we are seeing going on in our world. Is it too vague maybe? It wouldn't be the first time I had to trash something.