In Her Own Way

In her own broken down way
she lived for the day
and died every night
Lost out there some where
slipping in and out
of the darkness and the light

M.S. Morrison

Roll Of The Dice

Sometimes you win
Sometimes you loose
So you begin to sing
a beautiful song soft and low
because you still remember
the roll of the dice
and the thrill of the show

M.S. Morrison