Others may rule you string them along,they are the singer singing their song,
Let them be happy in all of their cares, let them know sorrow,in it!s fair share.
Don!t pamper their sorrow, don!t play to their whim,they know not the reason by sinning to win.
to win is to win,and to loose is to loose, the winning is all in the path that they choose.
They fight with their nature, until they divide,they know not the balance, brings them to my side,
In knowing divides the sorrow and pain, repairing the pain,that turns into joy
Puts back the parts, that once were destroyed.
Complex, oh complex,they make their life seem,they see not the Sun, they see not the beams.
They think they are knowing, they think they are shown.
But Nature is showing,what they want shown.
To work endlessly with the depths of the man.
To show him the reasons, so he knows I Am.
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