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Save Your Precious Tears

The wolves were always at my door,

I could barely make ends meet.

Today - I’d live. Tomorrow? Just might -

Though I’m yet to taste defeat.

But I had this unease - was I in for the squeeze?

How could I beat it? Could I ever win?

But I was taken aback

At another’s man lack

When I saw him eating from my bin.

I need mod clothes instead of these “rags”,

And shoes I just can’t buy.

I had no wish to live like a king,

But shoeless I will die.

The times were so hard I often cried to the Lord,

“My shoes are so worn, God, I can’t walk the street”.

But pride had its fall

When some happy guys called –

They were cheerful though they had no feet.

So when your troubles are weighing you down,

Be strong - they’re magnified!

Look out of your home – get out of your walls;

Let love be your true guide.

While out in the street, ask the folks that you meet

“Is life overpow’ring?” and listen with care.

You’ll then realise

Your troubles’ real size.

Now, smile and save your precious tears.

Lyrics & Music (not included) by

Basil W. Hylton –