Nothing special, just a thought from nowhere


Like a bumble bee on a plant
Looking down at a little ant

His wings start to flutter
The ant runs to his mother

Looking back at the bee
All that the ant can see

Is the bumble be on the attack
And the ant rolls over on his back

He screeches and cries
And away the bumblebee flies

Rolling over onto his feet
The ant smiles
Because the bumblebee has been beat

Like many people 
Running and hiding from the bold
After a while
This gets kind of old

I use to do this
To hide or run away
Now I stand tall
And bare what everyone has to say








Copyright © Waynster ... [2004-03-02 06:44:19]