Someday My Clyde

Someday My Clyde ode

Uploaded by Jarold Walters

Someday
Someday I’ll wake up
before the alarm
Kiss your forehead
while u sleep in my arms
Flip our pancakes
Focusing for my ambulance
You will change bad to good.
Give teens another chance.
Showing the light thats inside
Leading the way that you found

For it was not easy
Many people turned around
Showing their backs
While gavels came down
Doors were shut
Darkness creeped in
But your light burned bright
My love poured in
Hopes dreams and visions set in
Showing all who suffer
With no courage to muster
A leader among us
My Clyde the Turner

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