The Rhythm Changer
Moving about my day to my own beat and to time my hands to work I may to keep the rhythm of my rhyme. Day to day its kept my heart was beating fine ‘til in my life you stepped I saw my world was never mine. Now I dance about my day twirling to a tune with lyrics I can’t say but smell sweet like a perfume. Moving about my day to your beat and to your time hands work is...