Treasure Island

Lauren B Called

(Motown)

2-28-89


When I was young I wanted to be free
a life of adventure was the life for me
we took our chances and we had to pay
so high a price that took you away
I memories of all the crazy things we did
but it doesn't make up for not
having you to be with
now I've slowed down and things are okay
I'm a little more careful
and try not to forget to pray
maybe if I would of started
long before today
we'd be kneeling together
until we were old and gray

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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