Did you ever wonder?

You think that you're in control
When you determine where and the when
But how many men
Can really fulfill each promise
Out of ten

You buy this and prosper that
Thinking all along the that is what we see
Though actually
Everything you'll ever be
Comes for free

These tears are mine and that is truth
But how do they feed or free me of task
You may ponder
And then I might ask
Did you see them fall behind the mask?

I am no longer better than I've been
Freed from sin and awaiting grace
Whistling in wonder
Lining up the look upon my face
Tangent to those who dream t up this race

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