16 April 2008

Blogger is my Wilson

Instead of church it is a coffee shop
She traded her robe for a low cut top
Decided to live life and never stop
She can laugh without one drop

Instead of a prayer it is genuine care
Instead of the Bible a book
She opts to kiss instead of shake hands
Her standards precede her looks

She isn't always doing well and so good
When honesty takes place of lip service
She now thinks about where she belongs
Blinded, forlorn, and nervous

But she knows and that is what flatters
She makes her decisions on all her life's matters
An island as deep as the dark blue sea
A calm beach complete with coconut tree