John T. Wurzer - Morgan Carol

The Ballad of Morgan Carol

In a bar on the north side of boom town
At a table of diamonds and stone
I happened upon a princess of dawn
Who was feeling alive but alone
She flashed me a smile from the edges
Of a galaxy far far away
Tickled my neck demanded respect
And said
Hey listen I've got something to say

She asked my why God made the dinosaurs
When he knew that they'd wither and die
And she asked me if God first made Adam and Eve
With a warm salty tear in his eye
And I wondered if god had an answer
To save this young lady from peril
But all could say
Is it happens that way
When your first name is Morgan or Carol

She quoted me words from the bible
And danced like a candlelit room
Performing a masked inquisition
Like a weaver weaves lace from a loom
Baring her thoughts and her nightmares
Without checking first behind her back
A dollar a thought without being taught
To retreat when she ought to attack

She asked my why God made the dinosaurs
When he knew that they'd wither and die
And she asked me if God first made Adam and Eve
With a warm salty tear in his eye
And I wondered if God had an answer
To save this young lady from peril
But all could say
Is it happens that way
If your first name is Morgan or Carol

Her eyes were a whisper of evenings
On a lake beneath a blanket of stars
Her fingers were sculptured emotion
Tracing a pathway to Mars
Her lips were a river of memories
That flows through a piece of my mind
I couldn't believe that with a tug of my sleeve
She would leave what she was hoping to find

She asked my why god made the dinosaurs
When he knew that they'd wither and die
And she asked me if God first made Adam and Eve
With a warm salty tear in his eye
And I wondered if God had an answer
To save this young lady from peril
But all could say
Is it happens that way
When your first name is Morgan or Carol

When it came down to saving the moonlight
In a jar on the top kitchen shelf
She posed all the ultimate questions
And laughed at the keepers of wealth
She emptied a warehouse of riddles
Then laid all her cards on the table
The story line written the poet was smitten
Carol Morgan
Morgan Carol
I'm able

She asked my why god made the dinosaurs
When he knew that they'd wither and die
And she asked me if God first made Adam and Eve
With a warm salty tear in his eye
And I wondered if God had an answer
To save this young lady from peril
But all could say
Is it happens that way
When your first name is Morgan or Carol

Written by:
John Wurzer

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