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Who Are We To....
In the process of test and time
from evil man
with his hands he turns the poor
into worthless bags of sand
Though they try hard to keep their shape,
but from the evil ones hands there's no escape
Even while the rain paints the bow in the skies
The tears of the poor make up the road of their fate
Who among us needy souls deserve to wash their hands
in the waters of gold?
and tell another they are not worth the shoes they fill
Vicious words are the evil thing that kills
copyrights 2009
Robert Anthony James
from evil man
with his hands he turns the poor
into worthless bags of sand
Though they try hard to keep their shape,
but from the evil ones hands there's no escape
Even while the rain paints the bow in the skies
The tears of the poor make up the road of their fate
Who among us needy souls deserve to wash their hands
in the waters of gold?
and tell another they are not worth the shoes they fill
Vicious words are the evil thing that kills
copyrights 2009
Robert Anthony James
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Who Are We To....
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