like straws on rough waves.
Hold us ransom in dismay,
as if caught by the braves.
Hold us ransom in dismay,
as if caught by the braves.
Up and down the blob and toss,
seeing light on both sides.
What was gain, now a loss,
but were once joyous rides.
seeing light on both sides.
What was gain, now a loss,
but were once joyous rides.
We like weather, often change,
and find the change we need.
We justify wrongs; Pretty strange,
yet do not surpass our greed.
and find the change we need.
We justify wrongs; Pretty strange,
yet do not surpass our greed.
Our actions are often below par,
and cud' have helped a lonely life.
Our actions that make or mar,
and cut thru' conscience like a knife.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
and cud' have helped a lonely life.
Our actions that make or mar,
and cut thru' conscience like a knife.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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