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It
seems the more you think,
the
more you try and solve this life,
The deeper you'll dig, the harder you'll work,
to
try and find what's right.
An answer found, you're on firm ground,
You're
in control of strife;
Now just don't turn, or you'll have to learn,
To
readjust that right. |
There's
no such thing as right or wrong,
There's
only make believe.
The
only victims are the strong....
Those
who try and lead. |
The
will to try, the will to die,
Lies
buried in us all.
Who
know what buttons need be pushed..
If
pushing makes us fall. |
My
pride and joy, those little boys,
Their
minds so very pure,
You
mix the makings of a life....
Results
are never sure. |
Pleasing
Him, pleasing you,
No
pleasing different points of view.
People
spread so very thin......
Their
being settles in your skin. |
Unto
Caesars which is his,
What
you have, that you give.
Masters one or masters two......
To
many masters, no more you. |
We
live on land, we have at hand
the
tools to make us true.
But
one thing known above all else....
No
universal cure. |
The more I think about such things
and
try and solve this life,
The deeper I dig, the harder I work,
to
try and find what's right.
No answers found, there's no firm ground,
no
control of strife;
So I keep on turning, never learning.....
never
knowing what's right.
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