They Can Not Connect With His Presence
I have no concerns about you understanding me now.
I did yesterday.
But then you had been within those times too long.
I was wrong to say you were not observant.
So wrong was I to wonder why,
You could not envision what I saw...
With my own eyes.
I had been looking at the affects.
And you were hopelessly wishing...
And not in a receptive mood.
As the skies above you,
Came to impose.
You ran...
Feeling threatened.
Now you wish for comprehension.
You desire a suspension of a pace in time...
That speeds through minds.
Adapting quick to changes.
That 'gap' has widened.
There are those who ride a cresting wave.
As others sit...
Contemplating the tossing of pebbles into ponds.
To ponder their existence...
With persistent ego!
Satisfied to stir a ripple or two.
If they choose to do it.
Satisfied and convinced...
Each ripple resulted from their invention.
With a decided intention meant!
And when clouds darken and thunder roars...
They run.
And when rain and winds begin to blow.
They seek shelter.
Sometimes stunned,
By the outcome that is done.
And when lightening strikes...
All who sought peace,
Become frightened.
Enlightenment at times,
Introduces fears produced.
Some prefer to be sedated.
To become seduced by indifference.
The origin of this they wish they knew!
Even though they pray to God.
They can not connect with His presence.
Only if they could...
They would walk and talk with Him.
Only if they could...
Listen when He speaks.
Only if they could...
Learn and observe from His teachings!
Only if they could...
But they can not accept Him.
When He shows Himself as He is!
Beyond conflicting restrictions!
Or...
Needing not a preacher,
To interpret or come to His aid at all!
He 'IS'...ALL!
They perceive Him with golden tresses.
With a tenderness as He blesses!
However...
These images,
Though impressive.
Will never address...
God's awesomeness!
Delivered.
But too many have expectations,
With preferences.
And God...
If He so chooses,
Could take away any breath one breathes.
Whether or not...
They profess in confessions,
He lives!
And those who know this,
Need not speak...
With a rote and spoken,
Scriptured verses rehearsed.
Those who know this,
Need not speak.
They sit with God and feel blessed.
They hear and see God,
From a higher consciousness.
And submitting to IT!
IT is benevolent.
And 'if' God can bestow upon them peace?
A mind becomes also rested.
I have no concerns about you understanding me now.
I did yesterday.
But then you had been within those times too long.
I was wrong to say you were not observant.
So wrong was I to wonder why,
You could not envision what I saw...
With my own eyes.
I had been looking at the affects.
And you were hopelessly wishing...
With artifacts held.
And not in a receptive mood.
As the skies above you,
Came to impose.
You ran...
Feeling threatened.
And those who truly accept God...
Or 'whatever' one chooses to call 'This' presence.
IT has been here,
Long before it was decided...
By a limitation to keep IT distant.
As a circumstance that comes to annoy.
And this arrogance has not gone undetected.
God employs all that He 'is'!
To gather undivided attention.
With an intention meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet- Life Is Flexible
It is not wrong to make mistakes often;
It is not wrong to do blunders in life;
It is not wrong to see mishaps happen;
It is not wrong to panic 'midst your strife.
It is not wrong to be lazy some days;
It is not wrong to make decisions wrong;
It is not wrong to squander wealth some ways;
It is not wrong to love a thing for long.
It is not wrong to come late while bell chimes,
It is not wrong to selfish be, at times;
It is not wrong to envy some sometimes;
It is not wrong to sin too many times.
It is not wrong to err where others don't;
'Tis wrong to feel guilty when others won't.
poem by John Celes
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrong And So Long Gone Are Those Times
You pop up.
With expectations,
I dropp and stop my doings?
Wrong and so long gone are those times.
Call me crude, rude and insensitive.
But whatever it is you do call me,
I hope eventually you will learn something...
About respect.
Those hazy, lazy, crazy days we had once shared,
For me do not today exist.
For years I haven't seen you...
And you still believe you can treat me like this?
Wrong and so long gone are those times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Happened To Me Yesterday
Something happened to me yesterday
Something I can't speak of right away
Something happened to me
Something oh so groovy
Something happened to me yesterday
He don't know if it's right or wrong
Maybe he should tell someone
He's not sure just what it was
Or if it's against the law
Something
Something very strange i hear you say
You're talking in a most peculiar way
But something really threw me
Something oh so groovy
Something happend to me yesterday
(Yesterday)
He don't know just where it's gone
He don't really care at all
No one's sure just what it was
Or the meaning and the cause
Something
(What kinda joint is this)
(Take your partners)
Me don't know if it's right or wrong
Maybe he should tell someone
He's not sure just what it was
Or if it's against the law
Something
Someone says there's something more to pay
For sins that you committed yesterday
It's really rather drippy
But something oh so trippy
Something happened to me yesterday
He don't know just where it's gone
He don't really care at all
No one's sure just what it was
Or the meaning and the cause
Something
Someone's singing loud across the bay
Sittin on a mat about to pray
Isn't half as looney
As something oh so groovy
Something happened to me yesterday
He don't know if it's right or wrong
Maybe he should tell someone
He's not sure just what it was
Or if it's against the law
Something
[spoken]
Well thank you very much and now I think it's time for us
All to go. so from all of us to all of you not forgetting
The boys in the band and our producer
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Between The Buttons
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E
E is for the comfort,
You give to me
E is for the peace, I feel inside
E is for the good times
That go against the bad times
E is for the world you gave us
And left us here behind
They say
Tell me what's so wrong with E
That's what I hear them say
Tell me what's so wrong with E
That's what I hear them say
Let's talk about it
E is for the reason
To live through urban grey
E is for the warm glow,
That takes the fear away
Show us what is better
Why don't you stand inside
these shoes
Oh live with me each Monday...
Let's see what you would do...
Which world do you live in?
Which world did you choose?
Hiding the tears, that's all
No win
No lose
They say
Tell me what's so wrong with E
That's what I hear them say
Tell me what's so wrong with E
That's what I hear them say
Let's talk about it
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Proclaiming Preferences
Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?
One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!
They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.
It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.
Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.
Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.
'What's the matter?
You look upset.'
~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~
'Selected and picked?
For what? '
~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~
'What are they doing? '
~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~
'What are you talking about? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Slow To Learn Their Lessons
So many years have passed.
And so many have lived their lives,
Being led down the wrong paths...
To one day discover,
As if the clouds have been removed...
From clearing eyes and minds,
To realize those tasks and evil misdeeds...
Done to others in times left behind,
Should have never by them...
The focus of their attention given.
But...
It was.
And those who had been picked,
For those misdeeds done determined...
To have been fit and appropriate,
Might have also awakened with a change of mind.
Perhaps for them they were willing once 'then' to forgive,
But today they may be more convinced...
That those slow to learn their lessons as quick,
Are deserving of repeated teachings...
Until such doing has become satisfying to please.
And those messages they attempted to deliver,
Are guaranteed to have been received.
'I don't understand why I am the one,
Treated in such an offensive manner.'
~Don't worry about it.
You're not the only one who suffers,
From a selective memory.
All you have to do is connect the dots.
What have you done,
That you wish had been forgotten? ~
'I don't remember.'
~Apparently someone you afflicted does.
And has chosen this moment to test.
Until your mind connects.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Greatest Challenge Of All
There had been no prior intention,
To pronounce you guilty.
But your persistent attempts,
To improve your understanding...
WITH a comprehension meant,
Has appalled those in your environment.
Therefore...
And with much reluctance,
I have no choice but to sentence you...
To a life of prolonged peace and happiness.
And where you choose to do this,
Is going to be your greatest challenge of all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Will You Then Do
Long after these times lived are gone,
And you have discovered your points of view
Of these times have been wrong.
What will you then choose to do,
With what has been found?
Will you hold your head high...
Or bow it to the ground?
Long after you have decided,
Someone else was not up to par.
And by accident,
You uncovered their deeds were barred.
How will you then feel about yourself?
After you shamed them...
And they were the ones
Who protected your wealth!
What will you then do...
When it is learned,
They did their best for you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Had Once Been Delivered to Others As Given
If given a voice attention to listen...
Ears open with silent lips,
May hear with an understanding...
That which has eclipsed,
Comprehension quickly dismissed.
If a choice to delay information,
That comes.
The message to be delivered,
May not produce the right outcome...
For some expecting more.
And a continued conflict sits within those minds.
Sitting with a grasping restlessness,
To express time after time...
They have found themselves outdone.
Wishing empathy to be shown by 'anyone'.
Although not introspective in self inspection moods.
To perceive what has been received,
Had once been delivered to others as given!
With much thoughtlessness...
Dumped upon them to leave,
To brood in solitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Due For Much Success
I had not decided to become impressive.
Anyone who knows me...
Knows that's the last thing,
I wish to address.
I don't think anyone begins with that in mind.
One who lives to do their best...
Isn't obsessed by impressions left.
Or have concerns with what they should do next.
When I hear that I've impressed...
By doing something I enjoy.
I wonder to myself,
What is it I've employed?
I know I've been considered 'different'
In an environment where folks are conformed.
I have never felt restricted by conditions like that!
Perhaps that is why I've been considered out of the 'norm'.
I've always been encouraged to express myself.
And not to follow on a path...
Laid down by someone else.
I was taught to listen to comprehend.
And to leave my mind open,
For a thinking process to begin!
I had not decided to become impressive.
Anyone who knows me...
Knows that's the last thing,
I wish to address.
However...
I am willing to bet it is holding myself accountable.
And acknowledging my mistakes...
That so many are afraid to say they make!
And if that impresses...
I am due for much success!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Allow Yourself to Set High Standards
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
You will enjoy a higher flight.
Feeling right and certain with this decision,
Made.
With your sights gliding,
Towards an enlightenment sent...
To aid your clearing vision.
As clouds from a darkened limitation,
Fades.
And...
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
Who knows...
You just may influence,
Someone else...
To take flight and also soar.
Who knows who will choose with you,
To explore the soaring done you will do!
And all of those struggles you fight,
Will come from behind those doors you closed.
In a silent battle.
To expose themselves,
As obstacles you allowed to impose...
Upon your attention given.
They will know then...
To you they seem so insignificant.
And they will argue!
But from you they will eventually leave.
With a sliding right off your back.
To become detached.
Never to find you to saddle for a ride again.
As you once had welcomed them!
To harness as if a limb needed.
And there will be a peace enjoyed...
Leaving you to command your destiny!
If...
You allow yourself,
To set high standards!
Listen to your heart and learn.
Your eyes will open,
With a dismissing of the fog...
That drifts away,
To reveal your triumph.
If...
You listen to your heart and learn.
You will allow yourself,
To set high standards!
For yourself.
No one else.
Unless they too...
Have a wish for a dimissing of a fog!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Have All The Good Times Gone!
All my life Ive never stopped to worry 'bout a thing,
Open up and shout it out,an never try to sing,
Wondering if Ive done it wrong,
Will this depression last for long,wont you tell me,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Once we had an easy ride and always felt the same,
Time was on our side and we had everything to gain,
This could be like yesterday,
Is thst me with your happydays,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Ma and pa look back on all the things they used to do,
Never had no money and they always told the truth,
Daddy didnt need no little toys,
Mommy didnt need no little boys,wont you tell me,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Ow!
Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play,
Ah but then lets face it,things are easier today,
Yes you need some bringing down,
Get your feet back on the ground,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
song performed by by Van Halen
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Keeping Faith In Hollow Concepts
Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.
If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.
When I realized Santa Claus did not exist...
I went ballistic!
The Easter Bunny, Minnie and Mickey Mouse
And a host of my childhood allies...
Were erased from me,
When I began to age with understanding I then refused!
Sometimes I wake up in cold sweats,
Thinking of the death of them.
And how I was challenged to move on with my life!
Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.
Religions, deities and their myths?
I am not going to touch that with a ten foot pole!
I'll just say the marketing has left tremendous debts,
Of mental casualties!
Wherever these beliefs are currently at war!
One has only to connect the dots to observe the damage!
If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in hollow concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.
And those who know these things...
Are freer to live their lives,
With a broader sense of self.
Without fears to manifest and share.
Once an awareness stretches to introduce,
A higher consciousness induced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Think So
I Don't Think So
We've been through this time together
AlI in my mind the love was so alive
Oh I never wanted for another
Then I saw the beginnings of a Iie
Good times and the bad times
Through the good times and the bad times with me
Good times and the bad times
Yeah I wonder why I never see
Good times and the bad times
Oh maybe there was always something wrong
Good times and the bad times
Did l wait too long
Chorus:
You said you'd love me for all of your life
I don't think so
Through the best of the best and the worst of the times
I don't think so
You said the world was a beautiful place
l don't think so
You swore the love was perfectly sale
I don't think so
People can only stay together
If in their hearts they know they can say what's on their minds
Would you say
Good times and the bad times
If it can't really be then I gotta move on
Good times and the bad times
Is it really time
Chorus: (repeat)
Said the check's in the mail and the maiI's on time
I don't think so
Said out of touch ain't out of mind
I don't think so
Couldn't live without me, and that's a fact
I don't think so
Love is real and it's not an act
I don't think so
Come on
Good times and the bad times
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
Baby our love was a beautiful thing
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
You said you'd love me for all of your life
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
Through the best of the best and the worst of times
I don't think so
l don't think so baby oh baby oh baby come on
I don't think so
The love was right but the loving was wrong
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Starting Again
Music: Barry Manilow
Lyrics: Marty Panzer
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And it started again And I meant every word
And I liked what I said
And I liked what I heard
And I started to think
I could think about starting again
We were laughing again
Over memories and wine
And the years in between
Didn't seem a long time
When I smiled she knew why
In a while it was starting again
And I started to think I could feel again
All the bad times seemed unreal
When I looked in her eyes
The cheating, the lies,
The things that were wrong seemed far behind
And I started to think I could care again
And my fears all disappeared
When she called me by name
I knew that she'd changed
The flaws were all gone
The Saint remained
But it started again when I asked her to stay
And she said, "There's this friend who's in town just today"
And she really felt bad, but she had to be leaving again
And she left me again as she'd left me before
Still pretending she cared when we kissed at the door
But I saw in her eyes that the lies were all starting again
Just when I started to feel again
When all the bad times seemed unreal
When it all seemed so right and I thought that tonight
If she said she cared, she really might
Just when my fears disappeared again
And I heard what I wanted to hear
It all started again
And I knew what that meant
It wasn't the start
It was really the end
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Gently my Friend
Gently my friend
Gently gently my friend
For your words only tend
To extend
The moment I descend
Upon you with the truth
Look at us
Let’s examine our personal fuss
That’s dissolved our years of harmonious union
And created total fusion
Of distrust and tension
How can you question my loyalty?
And condemn it as utterly faulty
When only yesterday
You pronounced me
As the best friend you ever had
Oh! My friend, how sad!
Think about what we’ve been through
We have hitched hiked the world together
Laughed and cried together while writing chapters of our book
Trust me our experiences have not been a fluke
We have been through the whole lot
I have watched you grow
With love, respect and admiration
I can predict what mood swings you are going to show
In a minute or a fraction in a reaction to my actions
Yet now you call me a slut
I know I have stood you up on numerous occasions
At restaurants, bars and clubs for celebrations
But did it ever occur to you
That I was going through a whole load of shit
Even contemplating personal defeat
Maybe I am saying this with a resentful tone
But there are so many times
Even with your presence I have felt alone
Gently, gently my friend
I strongly recommend
That we take our time and pretend
That this damage is repairable
Because from experience
Self defence is the worst type of defence
To impose between me and you
Let’s examine where we have gone wrong
My faith in you is still very strong
Is it because I lied to you
That is absolutely nothing new
You have known me for so long
To accept me for my weaknesses
When I do lie
It’s because I do try
Very hard to be perfect for you
I know its wrong, what I do
That’s why lately I try to be true
Because in my heart I truly value you
Gently Gently my friend
I know there was a time
I really hurt you when I took away your love
While tying to blend and extend my horizons
I took what we had for granted
I was only after my selfish needs
I was completely blind
And you were extremely kind
To forgive me
When I saw the light
Oh! Friend please don’t give up the fight
Let’s not plunge into a plight
Oh it will make such a pitiful sight
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
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What Is Right Can Sometimes Be Wrong
what is right can sometimes be wrong,
like the right of a state to kill,
that to me is wrong,
like the right to have slaves
that was wrong, but they once
thought it was right,
something that feels so right
may, sometimes, be also be wrong,
like feeling love, and too much love
for a neighbor or yourself,
it can be intoxicating at times,
and it can kill you,
because what is right exists only
in our human minds,
limited, too narrow, too
confined in our flesh and blood,
in the context of our culture,
in the frames of our time,
to the dictates of religion
the liberality of our education,
to our biases and prejudices,
what we believe in, what we
touch with faith in dark places
what we try to light with candles,
or see in microscopes or see in
telescopes, or see with our eyes
and hearts wide open,
may still be wrong, or
still be not right,
so what is right after all?
Possibly, this can be right,
But possibly this can also be wrong,
We can always pray. But the doubt
Is always there. Cogito ergo sum.
Who can really be sure?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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what is right can sometimes be wrong,
like the right of a state to kill,
that to me is wrong,
like the right to have slaves
that was wrong, but they once
thought it was right,
something that feels so right
may, sometimes, be also be wrong,
like feeling love, and too much love
for a neighbor or yourself,
it can be intoxicating at times,
and it can kill you,
because what is right exists only
in our human minds,
limited, too narrow, too
confined in our flesh and blood,
in the context of our culture,
in the frames of our time,
to the dictates of religion
the liberality of our education,
to our biases and prejudices,
what we believe in, what we
touch with faith in dark places
what we try to light with candles,
or see in microscopes or see in
telescopes, or see with our eyes
and hearts wide open,
may still be wrong, or
still be not right,
so what is right after all?
Possibly, this can be right,
But possibly this can also be wrong,
We can always pray. But the doubt
Is always there. Cogito ergo sum.
Who can really be sure?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Right The Wrong
An indian woman buried her grampa in the black hills
When she was young he used to tell her
That these hills belonged to her still
And even though injustice took them hills away
One day well get them back, he said
And the suns gonna shine that day
When we say, right the wrong
Before she laid him down to rest
She heard his voice in the wilderness
Sayin I got six feet of it back
And now we can right the wrong
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame
Did you hear the one about the boy just 17
Three years hard time for stealing ice cream
First offence and all his dreams are gone
How long before they right the wrong?
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame
Right the wrong
2, 3, uh
1, 2, 1-2, come on
(right the wrong baby)
Far be it from me to say
It seem like we could stop the flow of snow in the sky today
But I guess the weather man he likes the rain
Aint that insane
Now sing
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame?
(come on, come on, come on)
Did you hear me baby?
Right the wrong
Im 6 feet in the grave
Im 6 feet in the grave
(right right, right right)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
Right the wrong (right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
Right the wrong (right the wrong right the wrong)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust (right the wrong right the wrong)
This young man with a talented soul (right the wrong right the wrong)
Died when he wanted 2. (right the wrong right the wrong)
The [life/light]that lives (right the wrong right the wrong)
So he shall not be pitied
Nor shall the guity be forgiven
Until they find it in their hearts to
Right the wrong
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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