I sit and play my drum,
As I think about my day.
I sit a play my drum,
I do it in different ways.
I sit and play my tambourine,
As I try to think positively.
I sit and play my tambourine,
To get rid of real bad chi.
I play my little triangle,
As I sift through my thoughts.
I play my little triangle,
And know I can’t be bought.
By Sam Luxton
When I’m feeling down,
I sing a happy song.
That make me wanna dance around,
In ways that can’t be wrong.
When I feel miserable,
I sing a happy tune.
I well good emotions,
To gather round and bloom.
When I feel like crying,
I sing a happy note.
I think about the good I see,
As I start to float.
By Sam Luxton
I sit at the crossroad,
Wondering which way to go.
I have no idea where they lead,
I’m not sure I want to know
I’m standing at the crossroad,
Staring at each direction.
Where will they take me?
I have a closer inspection.
I’m staring at the crossroad,
Searching for the correct way.
I’m looking at each avenue,
In the hope I choose right to day.
I’m wander round the crossroad,
Searching for a way to go.
I take in every detail,
That is thete on show.
By Sam Luxton
