Sunday, 14 August 2011

My Matters

Within my earthy temple, there's a crowd
There's one of us that's humble, one that's proud
There's one that's broken-hearted for his sins
There's one that unrepentant sits and grins
There's one that loves his neighbour as himself
And one that cares for naught but fame and pelf
From much corroding care, I should be free
If it could once determine which is me

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