when you're all alone.
But on the streets of life,
could you still cast that stone?
What we say and do
are two different things.
Will you die having lived a lie,
or fly on truthful wings?
It's hard to choose a path
not knowing what is right.
Guess and check until you find it.
Fight your own good fight.
But when you go home
and lie in your bed
will you believe
the things you have said
or will they be lies
like you always fed
turning the wheels
that go 'round in your head?