How willing, unwitting, I stumble and fall
Into the sweet feels, the easy knowing:
“'Tis not true for me, can't be true for thee.”
Into the sweet feels, the easy knowing:
“'Tis not true for me, can't be true for thee.”
Resigned, embarrassed smile, genuine friendly care.
Forgive me, if you will, so I can learn:
“What's true for thee can teach me (even me!).”
But I must listen, swallow the answer that cries to be heard.
Alas, the human plight.
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