You trip over the feet of others
to get blamed by drunken mothers
the path of thankfulness
falls to sheets of blamelessness
justices vail sets sail
without a cause or fail
countless accusations bleed
without a cause or need
just tell me I am wrong
bursting in to life and in perfect song
how on earth has this become
I guess fortune favours some
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