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Honesty is a lost art Nobody wants the part We are all actors No attention to factors We forget what it is to feel Now we just want to steal Floundering through life Stabbing others with our knife Wasting away inside Stopping to say we did try What did we stop and do Except be so totally untrue Wow that is the new fashion Sending many hearts smashing Selfishness is the treason That is the only reason We plant these seeds To flourish the field in weeds We blow them across the land In these weeds we take our stand We nourish our sorrow, our pain Excusing our plans of future gain I may at times stumble My heart may rumble But I am glad this one I walk alone Going to sit upon my favorite stone Watching the flowers wave in the breeze Spreading there pollen to make me sneeze I rest upon a bed of rose petals For no less again will I settle I am worthy of much more Than the weeds you pick and store So as we harvest our crops My life blooms, your life stops Exactly where you left it Collecting the weeds where you sit So I bid you farewell My flowers are to0 pretty not to smell I go without causing harm, no foul Should've believed I threw in the towel
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Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC
Honesty Is A Lost Art
Honesty is a lost art Nobody wants the part We are all actors No attention to factors We forget what it is to feel Now we just want to steal Floundering through life Stabbing others with our knife Wasting away inside Stopping to say we did try What did we stop and do Except be so totally untrue Wow that is the new fashion Sending many hearts smashing Selfishness is the treason That is the only reason We plant these seeds To flourish the field in weeds We blow them across the land In these weeds we take our stand We nourish our sorrow, our pain Excusing our plans of future gain I may at times stumble My heart may rumble But I am glad this one I walk alone Going to sit upon my favorite stone Watching the flowers wave in the breeze Spreading there pollen to make me sneeze I rest upon a bed of rose petals For no less again will I settle I am worthy of much more Than the weeds you pick and store So as we harvest our crops My life blooms, your life stops Exactly where you left it Collecting the weeds where you sit So I bid you farewell My flowers are to0 pretty not to smell I go without causing harm, no foul Should've believed I threw in the towel
Written November 2010
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carol-huizinga
Canadian
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC
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