Bluebells Aim In Life
She lies alone watching TV on the throw
Watching waiting for the know upon the door
The curtain drawn to enclose her in the room
Dark and cold with the feeling of a tomb
Middle age has come and pass
She wonders how long her life will last
Thinking of her toils and strife
What happened to her aim in life?
Tip toe feet trailing on the ground
She scuffles shoe to make the customary sound
Of someone who lying rapped in a shroud
Desperately trying to keep away from the crowd
Middle age has come and pass
She wonders how long her life will last
Thinking of her toils and strife
What happened to her aim in life?
What happened to her aim in life?
