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The Lyric Symphony
When the soaring bird is in the sky,
I know it now, I know it why,
He's having fun just flying around,
Not ever wanting to touch the ground.
I am the same, I guess you could say,
I like being up,
Any time of day.
The popcorn pops,
Like the rites of spring,
A priceless time,
For the change it brings.
The quest I'm on,
I'm going here and there,
I always love life,
So I don't really care.
The collection of rock,
On the road or inside,
Makes me feel good,
Like I won a big prize.
Recording the tunes,
Which will always be,
They're in my soul,
Like a lyric symphony.
Copyright © 1999 - 2024
Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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