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No one can be ever be completely good or bad, Live makes us flit between happy or sad. No one is just clever we can all be fools, Whatever happens we are all life’s tools. Some our words they manipulate and us vexed, Repeat our words completely out of context. False images are formed masquerading as truth, This deception has been practiced by most since youth But the truth will always win as it reveals itself gently,, The falsehoods appear and shrivel away sometimes slowly, So try stay true adapt as life’s makes us ebb and flow, Throughout our real true soul will truly show However elaborate the lies, while the plain truth they refuse to accept, One day they have to face it and finally their lies will be met,
Somewhere on this earth there's a place waiting for us willingly. Someday we may discover our real destiny Somewhere beneath the hill, a hope hidden carefully Someday you may find your heart soul lie in paradise peacefully Somewhere we will find that offers total tranquility Someday we will uncover true love for eternity
You think I'm a fool, just like any unwanted tool, Residing at the bottom of the tool box, decaying rusting unwanted to all. I cling to false hope of love and help them to things mend I try all possibilities to give my best but they just fling me back beneath the rest I gave my all to help again but to try to speak I'm the lowest of men It proves I'm the least important tool of all, So into the bottom of the tool box again I fall.
