Before she was quite sure how it happened,
She went crazy, crazy, CRAZY in love
With him
Like so many women before her
She followed the drum,
Followed her soldier
She saw INSPIRING beauty,
Met people from far and distant lands
Home was wherever she happened to be,
WITH him
Children showed up,
They got tickets for the train ride TOO
They didn't ask to get on the ride,
But the lovers put them on...anyway
Her love asked her once, many years later,
When they knew each other
Back and forth,
"Where I am going, will you follow?"
"Don't I always?," she said, at the time, with happiness in her heart
But now her heart is tired
And her feet have been still for too long
And her arms are sore from carrying the children
And her home is beautiful
Just ignore the "For Sale" sign
She doesn't know when she will have a home
That is HERS again
To paint, and change, and take care of because it is
YOURS
And her kids are SAD
Following is hard
Even when you are crazy, crazy, CRAZY
in love
The End
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