Did you ever find the straight and narrow?
Sweet one, happy one, joyful one
You said hold on to your oddity
did get you there?
Happyness has changed for me
And so I am narrowing
And straightening my things
I always believed one day, as you did
That I would have to throw away my sins
Turn my back and leave my ways behind
And try to live in honest
So that I'd have nothing hidden
How did you come by that way
Sweet one, small one, honest one
You seemed to be born into it
I know it doesn't make things easier
What road must I follow?
Which turns do I take?
Or is there some switch to flick
That makes one feel full when hungry
This mask this story, mine
Traveled one, hopeful one, laughing one
You lived breathed the best you could
You were not the man who killed christ
You are not the man who sold his soul
You are the man you were and will be
But more, the man you are
So to find that precious gift
That seems devine in nature
That seems part of and yet above the beasts
The trees and gentle creatures
The narrow path, the knowing the sureness
For to know anything is faith
And faith cannot be but blind
And yet we must choose
Where to put it and if it is justly put
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
Did you ever find the straight and narrow?
Sweet one, happy one, joyful one
You said hold on to your oddity
did get you there?
Happyness has changed for me
And so I am narrowing
And straightening my things
I always believed one day, as you did
That I would have to throw away my sins
Turn my back and leave my ways behind
And try to live in honest
So that I'd have nothing hidden
How did you come by that way
Sweet one, small one, honest one
You seemed to be born into it
I know it doesn't make things easier
What road must I follow?
Which turns do I take?
Or is there some switch to flick
That makes one feel full when hungry
This mask this story, mine
Traveled one, hopeful one, laughing one
You lived breathed the best you could
You were not the man who killed christ
You are not the man who sold his soul
You are the man you were and will be
But more, the man you are
So to find that precious gift
That seems devine in nature
That seems part of and yet above the beasts
The trees and gentle creatures
The narrow path, the knowing the sureness
For to know anything is faith
And faith cannot be but blind
And yet we must choose
Where to put it and if it is justly put
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