I wrote this when I was 13, and just found it again. ~*blows away dust*~
Down on the streets of old Montgomery,
where old memories go when they die,
Lives an old man named Thomas Gray,
he's got no home and he's lost his eyes.
He lives off Corona and Wonderbread,
And memories of better days.
(you know) it's a wonder he aint dead
but he keeps on livin' anyway
Cause he's got light, of his own,
He's got sunshine, long after the sun has gone,
you know he says he sees bluebirds, long after the bluebirds have flown.
He may be blind, but in his mind, he's got light o his own.
"She said she was goin out to get some air,
she never told me she was goin away,"
He's got a million of these stories,
This is the one he's tellin today.
He's a king in beggar's clothing,
He's a wise man dressed as a fool
I swear I've learned more from that man,
than thy can teach you in school.
Cause he's got light, of his own,
He's got sunshine,
long after the sun has gone,
you know he says he sees bluebirds,
long after the bluebirds have flown.
He may be blind, but in his mind, he's got light o his own.
(A bunch of do's da's and doootin doo doo's ....aren't I descriptive? )
He may be blind but in his mind.................................
he's got light of his own.
The lyrics need ALOT of work, but I like the tune .
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