Every Flower

for John Daddio Clarke

 A guitarist sang sad lyrics as he played
   He sang of love like yours and mine.
His true love was still more true when he’d strayed
   And her love still remained as fine;
And still he strays with every flower arrayed
   For catching boys in lust's design
He cannot change, unworthy and afraid,
And so he sings his song and drinks his wine.

Chorus:
When your life's askew
Since you can't be true
And she says adieu
The fault's with you.

When you're young you love with all that you possess
   And every love will always last;
Many stumbles seem to turn into success
   And you forget the failures fast.
Once you've earned maturity and learned finesse
   And you have found your hopes re-cast,
Then you find you talk about the future less,
A good deal more about the happy past.

Chorus:
When your life's askew
Since you can't be true
And she says adieu
The fault's with you.

And still he strays with every flower arrayed
   For catching boys in lust's design
He cannot change, unworthy and afraid,
And so he sings his song and drinks his wine.

Marcus Bales

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