I remember her voice on the fourth of July , like cupids arrow into my heart .
What once was vacant she now occupied ,
and the fireworks tore the empty sky apart
She came from America the land of liberty .
her beauty remains rich and rare.
Looking back on the fourth of July , what a party it was and a good time we shared .
Not for the tears do we live and breathe, independence and joy is the flag that we fly .
Then when we grow old and our vacant lots are sold .
lets remember the fourth of July .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-06-29 17:15:50
Last Login: 05.24.12
Visits as of 12-12-07: 168
Comments:
|
|||
|
|||
