Buddha’s Lament

Oh, I wish I had my baby soul
and didn’t have no place to go.

I’ve grown so eld here on a roll,
my swell is now on overload.

I wish I had my baby soul,
would kinda be like days of old.

Memba times bygone we took a stroll?
Our world was wide and we had goals.

Oh, I wish I had my baby soul,
down the river with a pole.

The bliss of youth still takes its toll,
and start and stop soon are whole.

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