Happy coin

All I do is sing

All I do is sing

All I do is sing to bring myself out of standing situations 

Flowers grow to strong for the smell of gains

Demanding I let go of all the power friends 

I brought myself out of the struggle of relief 

To strain out my struggle to obtain a sauce of left overs

I brought myself out of my power coming half 

To see the sauce open up to the flowers grass

To open up again is to be a lonely misguided step of patience 

To obtain the flowers that grow until a salt of dirt can be slaved

Fresh is the note of power for the slave coin

I bet of you not to let the coin dissolve into BURST

Not into action not into names but at least call me a coin dancer of the flowers mange