Thomas J. Dooley


Mary came from the south part of town

She had a secret about many of the guys around

Never had a true friend every one tries to tear her down

Walking downtown is all she knows

Given paper love, she has the control

What she wanted was love that was good for the soul


Mary Soul

You have a friend

He doesn't care where you walk or stroll

He loves you for your soul


Mary had dreams

But didn't know where they could take her

One friend believed in her

He knew she was a woman and not a girl

She wanted to follow his path

But she didn't know she was on a path of her own

Her soul will take her places that she never known


Mary Soul

You gave all you had for the memory of a friend

One day you will see him again

And walk places with him you've never been


Mary knows good friends are rare

To many, they just get in her hair

It is good to have one that really cares

With him, she doesn't care if anyone stairs

Because that good friend is there


Mary Soul

You shouldn't have to work for love

Or worry where it comes from

The rain will bring it down from above



©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley



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