I can see the honeysuckles hanging on the fence.
Omitting a sweet aroma that pleased my sense
As a boy I would walk down the old country road.
Loving the fragrance and beauty they would hold.
The honeysuckles grew on the fence each year.
I would visit them often I could talk and be near.
I have been reserved and a loner all of my life.
They were a friend when I needed some time.
When I felt lonely I would escape into my world.
would go there alone to dream of some pretty girl.
This was the only time in my life I felt satisfied.
In my world I could make believe all was just fine.
Nearing my manhood things changed it seems.
I no longer had time for my honeysuckle dreams.
I had to start living in reality like all of my friends.
Try to gain ambition and confidence that life lends.
The seclusion they offered hiding inside and alone.
I could have privacy and make them my new home.
For awhile I would cuddle up and talk to God a lot.
Told Him of my troubles and my thoughts I'd got.
After my long struggle to prove I was a real man.
Today I feel confident about the man I now am.
When I think of those honeysuckles on the fence.
How sweet my memories have been ever since.
Talked to myself and lived in honeysuckle world.
Jesus was there and heard me speak every word.
I'll never forget my memories of the honeysuckles.
In my fairytale world I could dream and chuckle.
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