Your Moving, You Are
Holding on, could you be good?-
be like me, it's for your own good.
Take the Sunday with the rest of the week
watching how each peer bends to weak.
Letting go, could you be bad?-
I know I am, just ask my dad.
I see the light shining around the truth
waiting not for any more proof.
Golden halo rots and burns in life
watching from the window the horrific strife.
Enter the race with a planned escape
waving a flag that's white with agape.
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