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No Just Counting Sheep For Him

No Just Counting Sheep For Him

He made a pact with Satan
He kept quiet about talking to God too
He wanted his time on earth to be productive
Even if the price to pay is a shorter time than most have
He didn't want to become a name that fades.

He beats friends black and blue
Loyalty is harsh, when here comes the black moods
He embraces his enemies close to his chest
To know who they are lets him live a life without fear.

Gold records in the safe
Guarded by the portrait of his mother
Not a day goes by when he doesn't hear her criticise
Sleep is sleep when a friend closes his eyelids for him.

Harmony and peace cling to the top of the ladder
That he is trying to climb up
No just counting sheep for him.

V Topp

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