Right and wrong parallel each other
And sometimes intersect
Sometimes one is better than another
For each I have respect
It is all about perspective
They serenely say
Well I disagree, I believe
There are areas of grey
Sometimes good people do bad things
And bad people do good things
After all we are all human
All have a soul the same
Does a line have to be drawn
To separate one from the other
Or can we view them as one in the same
Each each others brother
Nobody is perfect
Every rose has it's thorn
Everybody has a secret
Everyone a bit careworn
So next time you are quick to judge
Remember this simple fact
The world does not live
In shades of white and black
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 9:07 AM UTC
Right and wrong parallel each other
And sometimes intersect
Sometimes one is better than another
For each I have respect
It is all about perspective
They serenely say
Well I disagree, I believe
There are areas of grey
Sometimes good people do bad things
And bad people do good things
After all we are all human
All have a soul the same
Does a line have to be drawn
To separate one from the other
Or can we view them as one in the same
Each each others brother
Nobody is perfect
Every rose has it's thorn
Everybody has a secret
Everyone a bit careworn
So next time you are quick to judge
Remember this simple fact
The world does not live
In shades of white and black
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