Brook/Bud/Confusion

Brook

The babbling brook
Sings to all that stand near
Listen to its nature song
As it travels along
Going on its way.


The Bud

Wilting red rose bud
Leaning weakly in its vase
Where it was left for me
A gift given too late.

Confusion

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

I am going to stand up
And start speaking my mind
Not going to stick around on this ride
No need to accept what is going on
I’ve got to clear my path
And do things my own way
Brush these cobwebs out of my mind

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

Best get out of my way
It’s well past time for my stand
No one else can lead this charge
No one can take my place
Tough choices to be made
Gotta fall in heart and soul
And clear the confusion in my head

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

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