Lucy was 7 and wore a of blue barrettes City born, this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw the street The many faces of the locals that she would meet
There was Joshua, age 10, of the block Who always took her milk at the morning bus stop was Mrs. Crabtree and her poodle She always gave a wave and on her weekly trip Down to the bingo
And she drew, men, women, kids, sunsets, And she drew, skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, Always said to passersby, they'd ask her why she passed her time lines to concrete, but she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or her building Ran around like tyrants, up the open fire hydrants They would say, "Hey little Lucy, come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say, "I'm busy, you much"
Well, well, one passed and believe it or not She covered every inch of the entire sidewalk and she stopped "Lucy, after all this, you're giving in today?" She said, "I'm not giving in, I'm finished", and away
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Lucy was 37, and somewhat Basement in the same building she grew up in She traded in her blue barrettes for long locks up with a clip Traded in her chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew, little Bobby who would come to the porch And she drew, the mailman, everyday at 4 Lucy had very little with the folks outside her cubicle day But she found it suitable, and she it that way
She had a man now, Rico, similar, would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose They appreciated and Rico was an artist too So they'd connect on to share the pictures that they drew
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock the front door one of the neighbors Actin' nice, although she was a strange girl, sad "Hey, Lucy, wanna me for some lunch?" would smile and say, "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the shut And run and tell their friends how crazy Lucy was And knew what people thought but didn't care 'Cuz while they spread their rumors through the paint another masterpiece
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was 87, upon her death bed At the senior home, where she had previously in in the locks and clips for a head rest Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to
And she drew no more, sat and watched the dawn Had a television in the room she'd never turned on Lucy pinned up a life worth's of on the wall And sat and smiled, looked one over, just to laugh at it all
Now Rico, he had passed, 5 years back So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' She'd spoken once throughout the spanning of her life the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she
"Look, I've never had a in my life Because a is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew I wanted and did it till it was done So I've been the dream that I to be since day one!"
Well, the jumped back She'd never heard Lucy talk, 'specially words like that She over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures and she died
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1 2 3, that's the of the seed A B C, that's the of the need You can a little dream or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it, 'cuz dreamers chase but never get it
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