My Candle Burns At Both Its Ends
They say love can be like a ship sailing for shore, beset on all sides by the jagged rocks of failure and misery, called off the path by sirens. But if you can just keep sailing, keep on tugging along, you find that beam of light from the lighthouse up ahead, calling you home. Unless that beam of light is obscured by clouds, and you're dashed to the rocks.
My dark-skinned angel has abandoned me, left me, cast me off like a heavy coat in the summer heat! Phil Ken Sebben is again a single man, his heart nothing more than glass shards trampled beneath the steel-toed boots of the unforgiving world. Our dreams of a marriage were scattered to the winds, and I'm once again the man waiting at the alter.
There should be a song for that, somewhere.
But I'll perservere! A Sebben isn't taken down so easily, no sir! ...Now what's this I hear about cat women?
Ha ha! Pussies.
My dark-skinned angel has abandoned me, left me, cast me off like a heavy coat in the summer heat! Phil Ken Sebben is again a single man, his heart nothing more than glass shards trampled beneath the steel-toed boots of the unforgiving world. Our dreams of a marriage were scattered to the winds, and I'm once again the man waiting at the alter.
There should be a song for that, somewhere.
But I'll perservere! A Sebben isn't taken down so easily, no sir! ...Now what's this I hear about cat women?
Ha ha! Pussies.