Different Point of View

 

 

 

Lucky me I was there when you rode up

To my house that day

On the very road that's carried so many of mine away

You wave goodbye with the same hand

That welcomes home somebody new

You watch ‘em come and go again

 

 

            I've marched in some parades and

            I've walked home all alone

            And neither would have been the same

            Without the other's different point of view

            Strollin' down this age-old avenue

 

 

A friend of mine was down to his last

Prayed for his survival

Now he's found him a love and a home and a

Blessed new arrival

Some days get the glory

And some we just get through

You watch ‘em come and go again

 

 

            I've marched in some parades and

            I've walked home all alone

            And neither would have been the same

            Without the other's different point of view

            Strollin' down this age-old avenue

 

 

 

 

                                                            Tony Arata

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