FIB
We spew sweet words with bitter taste,
As we sin with an angels grace,
In this world we’ve come to disgrace
We turn our face
Rely on a lie to get by
My dear that is not the way to die
If time turns its back on us today
Would we be able to say
We lived without guilt in our way
Will the truth be told
Are we that bold?
To await the scold
On the day we change our mold
But through our parents scroll we kneel
As each day we heal
Our wounds too fresh to feel
And in this now world that has become surreal
Hope will revive
The blessed souls it keeps alive
To condemn those who drive
The evils inside
