80: POVERTY'S GATE

(Music by T. Giles, Words by Marlin Collins)

                   

As the morning, begins the day

All our feelings get in the way.

 

The sensations, just seem to go

Within our station, is all that we know.

 

Live your time, with an outward sign, of a life sublime.

You must keep in mind,

That the way you pay, is to fill the day, with the game you play,

And the things you say.

All the days we waste, as we live in haste, chewing what we taste,

While we’re in our face.

On the ground we stand, is our only plan. We do what we can.

 

Two old blankets, make up his home

A fitting shelter for skin and bone.

 

Circumstances, and chances of fate

Are making choices at poverty’s gate.

 

Live your time, with an outward sign, of a life sublime.

You must keep in mind,

That the way you pay, is to fill the day, with the game you play,

And the things you say.

All the days we waste, as we live in haste, chewing what we taste,

While we’re in our face.

On the ground we stand, is our only plan. We do what we can.

 

Bridges

 

Live your time, with an outward sign, of a life sublime.

You must keep in mind,

That the way you pay, is to fill the day, with the game you play,

And the things you say.

All the days we waste, as we live in haste, chewing what we taste,

While we’re in our face.

On the ground we stand, is our only plan. We do what we can.

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