Never no yellow bricks roads that set me free
I didn’t know that till I looked out at the yellow sunset
Asked God to show me something real
Wasn’t no yellow brick road,
Kinda dark and uncertain
I saw them for who they really were
Maybe a little yellow, but not the road to freedom for me
I heard someone say…he’s yellow…no, not me
I love yellow, I drove a yellow mustang, but I’m never yellow
I’m free being me, waiting for the next way, doesn’t look like a cross
Doesn’t look like me, however I have a friend who takes my hand
and says…walk with me
Never no yellow brick road for me
I’m thankful for that
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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I love you pink friend! xoxo
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Love you!
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I love you 💕
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I could imagine Mustang Michelle pealing out and burning rubber while doing donuts on the Yellow Brick road.
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I did. Alex loved it. I used to get her friends and turn up the music and drive with the windows down. They loved that! When life was sweet and yellow then she’s older not so sweet these days! 🙂 sigh
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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❤ Thank you for sharing this!
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❤You are very graciously welcome.❤
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Beautiful Micki! ❤
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Thank you Paul I’m happy you like it! ❤
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