My Oh My, What a Guy
My oh my, what a guy, that's what they'll say,
I lie awake, while I sleep, thinking about the day,
The time will come, I swear it will, I certainly swear it may,
When I am there, yes everywhere, my name carved in a ray.
The sun will shine; keep me in line, waiting for the waves,
To crash upon my shorey shores, drowning in the bay,
Merely goals, in a shoal, hid beneath a cave,
That’s in the cliff, dodging rifts, living like a slave.
But that will come, I’m sure it will, If not will cause distress
The time I’ve spent, where has it went, I’m sure it travelled west
Follow I shall, for I must to find, the greatest that I can
With that I’ll end my little rhyme; I hope you are a fan.
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