Hollie Brogunier

Hollie Brogunier

 Lebanon, Tennessee, USA
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My Glory Days

Written By: Hollie Brogunier

My Glory Days
© 2010 Hollie Brogunier

She turned eighty-three last week
But you find no grass growing under her feet
You could say that she’s an expert on the way things used to be
But she’s got a Facebook app on her iPhone to keep up with her peeps
Cause one thing you’ll never hear her say is ‘those were the good ole days’

Chorus:
She says…My glory days are happening right now
I’m in all my splendor when the Lord keeps me around
To be surrounded by the ones that make me proud
Today and tomorrow and every day I wake
These are my glory days

Her husband was the school’s star quarterback
He was always telling stories, always living in the past
But life ain’t no fun when you think your best days are done
And his light went out 10 years ago just like the fading sun
So the one thing you’ll never hear her say is ‘those were the good ole days’

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The fountain of youth exists
Inside those who love to live

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A Different Drum

Written By: Hollie Brogunier

I was dreaming ‘bout Legos and miniature armies
While the teacher was teaching fractions
Left my homework behind for the third time this week
Mama says that I’m prone to distraction
I don’t know why I forget all the time
Guess there’s too many things on my mind

Chorus:
My rhythm’s unlike any other
And I’m struggling to stay in line
But if you listen, you can hear what I’m hearing
And you’ll see that I’m keeping in time
Pushing on just like anyone
I’m just marching to the beat of a different drum

My friends all walk down a well beaten path
But I’d rather take a detour
‘Cause I’m in no rush to be all grown up
I got too many things to explore
Sometimes I just wanna be left alone
‘Cause I’m doing fine on my own

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Dear mom and dad, someday you’ll be glad
That I was made from a different mold
But for now just be patient and please don’t try to make
This square peg fit into a round hole

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