He Makes All Things New
They are still our friends
it's just there on the wrong tracks
There the renegade of are society
whatever feels good do it
Follow after idols of vice
this is purely their choice
Life is filled with kings and queens
a noble price to pay
Many walk with tombstones for eyes
does this come at any big surprise
We each have been given a choice
Live, laugh & cry
A soft reply
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
Set forth on a mission
long lines in search of love
Forget the night in comes from above
we can't help to accept the way we feel
Perhaps a love embrace will seal the deal
long lines formed in the sand
When will we ever understand
we can't keep sticking it to the man
The truth will set you free
what is my last humble plea
Humble yourself before the one we have to do
perhaps we have bitten off more then we could chew
Behold he makes all things new
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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