Hear me
Who's there to hear me Hear my verse Hear my worse There ain't anyone near me Or call me dear to thee But what do I have to tell There isn't much to say Nor there isn't much to share Days are of past Years are in the future Should someone hear my verse It's a bit terse To those who do hear me Read these and give me their purse I hate to tell you I do dig deep But I put it back It isn't my worse There must be more More for your attention and leisure It really is a pleasure To tell my worse And give you couple of my verse Surely it isn't my worst Who's there to hear me Hear my verse Hear my worse There ain't anyone near me Or call me dear to thee Oh you still want to know ? Did you ask those before you How much they loved it And how much they loved me Maybe because it was me Or it was just my story And how they might not care now Like a book you read and keep back Never to read. There are some who do look ahead Fo