can i just say
Can I just say,
that my parents never taught me
to watch out and be cautious
and wary of the world
in all it’s evil and gloom.
Can I just say,
that my parents never told me
about people who only wanted your soul
who didn’t see the joy in
giving, but only recieving.
Can I just say,
that my parents never showed me
blood splattered on the telly,
when an eye was taken for an eye
or more, and when we rejoiced in death.
The only More, I heard from their mouths
was to give. and to love. and to share More.
The only Theft, I heard them talk about
was to thieve the pain you saw in hearts
The only Doubt, I heard them say
was to give everyone around me, the benefit of the Doubt.
So maybe that’s why
I don’t understand when other people tell me
that the world’s such a bad place
Or when I see death being celebrated
So maybe that’s why
sometimes i may seem so out of place
uncertain and lost
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But let me just put this out there.
I’d follow what my parents told me,
anytime.