There Is a Lot To Learn
As I tred this pilgrims pathway to the marching in Zion
I sometimes will loose control yet I know very well
The person inside resides a tender chord of love
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
Filtered through a straw we loose our inner force
To govern the most influential scope
Some haven't even bothered to cope
Having a fight with the soap on the rope
The turning of the tide we will hide behind
That heavy pier of loose compromise
Twisted allegations conspired in its diabolical lies
Shattered then shaped by a cullmination of respect
The service was over now pay the check !
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