A Statistics Case
by Patricia Britt
I am a statistic, rest assured.
I scurry from place to place,
To meet your demands,
In the ramparts race,
With the flow I prance,
Sometimes in a trance,
Sometimes in dance.
I scurry from place to place,
To meet your demands,
In the ramparts race,
With the flow I prance,
Sometimes in a trance,
Sometimes in dance.
I am a statistic at times,
An alien in my own land.
Please hold my hand.
An alien in my own land.
Please hold my hand.
I am a statistic whose nurtured heart is superior to yours,
Yes it's true,
I do what I do to soothe high egos,
With wisdom's ways,
On my good days,
To play close is to sew sorrow,
Not Tomorrows.
Yes it's true,
I do what I do to soothe high egos,
With wisdom's ways,
On my good days,
To play close is to sew sorrow,
Not Tomorrows.
I am a statisitc,
Lift me up,
Toss me aside,
Equate your life,
And be at one
For a moment in time,
Maybe more, forever ever as we see to see,
What we'll see to be.
Lift me up,
Toss me aside,
Equate your life,
And be at one
For a moment in time,
Maybe more, forever ever as we see to see,
What we'll see to be.
I am a statistic that rises with the oceans currents,
As the wind carries me,
Century to century.
As the wind carries me,
Century to century.
I am a statistic,
Face me now.
Face me later.
With a spiritual caress.
Hoola Hoola Hoop,
Hip Hop Hop, Hippity.
Face me now.
Face me later.
With a spiritual caress.
Hoola Hoola Hoop,
Hip Hop Hop, Hippity.
God bless the world in all the stardust & molecules that we are.
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