DUST
There's dust on my bible,
For what am I liable,
Sometimes I get so confused.
I put it aside,
It's been a rough ride,
Sometimes belief's hard to choose.
So many opinions,
Who to join of the minions,
Wondering what the truth really is as I muse.
My heart holds a few,
Though I love all of you,
The less I have, the less I can lose.
Everyone, should love every one,
Laughter, from the rise, to the set of the sun,
But we bitch and complain, and just keep payin' our dues.
I like funny songs,
And sing alongs,
But all I keep hearin's the blues.
So where is this going,
How do I know, what I'm knowing,
Maybe I missed something during a snooze.
Everything is so blurry,
Time's in such hurry,
We all want, but nobody knows who's is who's.
Well, we're all in this,
That we can't dismiss,
But of the ultimate truth, does anyone have any clues.
On my bible there's dust,
Why is confusion a must,
I hope soon, will come, the good news.
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