# 88

This is my attempt to write songs

Often when I say I say them wrong, I say them wrong

I’m covered and things I find things hard to say,

But pretty much I’d like to hang with you

At least part of everyday, everyday,

See there’s something weird, something strange,

Cause you’re time is of limited range, here, I still want to get near,

And if I could get near, I think it could go on and on so long,

Then again often things change, but even if it didn’t work,

I’d try hard not to be a jerk,

Hopefully, we would have had fun,

Laughing, singing, talking in the sun,

In the sun, Everything pleasing to the Son,

My God and Holy one, I wanna do what’s right,

But still hold you, there’s a bit of a fight, and a bit of a right,

But I love you, tight

I think this is true,

That I really do,

Love you.