COME TO KNOW YOU
We are born and play through our youth
And come to taste the pain of growing up.
In our middle years we more than make up for the time we wasted,
So we think, by striking at everything in sight.
We taste the wine, hear the song, smell the burn of fear.
We walk the walk how we are taught,
And forget how to be a natural friend.
Finally we tire of the game and begin to feel that there’s something wrong
And turn within to face the charges made about us.
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