On the Third Day
Little girl smiling in the corner,
hey, I've got an idea is what I say to her.
We can ditch these times,
cross the world until we find
memories corralled in time.
Take a knife to etch the stones,
something vibrant to call mine,
something pretty to call your own.
We can keep running until we're grown,
cutting kings and slashing thrones.
Making jokes out of the jester,
burn the queen,
and let the body fester.
Day and days,
the knights will fall to our daze.
Dance little sweetbird,
start the craze.
Dance little sweetbird
This was written by Geoff Hardy in which he performed in July of 2008. When Geoff isn't busy raising his two sons, he can be found sculpting and writing at his home few miles outside of San Diego.
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