What have I been?
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If
you could keep morality, the way we keep time
Would
you strap yours to my wrist, would you wear mine?
And
is it crazy to say, if I met myself in time.
I
may not like what I see, may not believe what I find.
The
reflection I see as I study my skin
leaves
me to question all that I've been.
I
question myself, what have I been.
A
weathered man on a street corner, claims his place in line
'tween
the women of the night, they' re all selling time.
He
revels himself as he parts his trench coat
Asks
himself, what have I become?, his soul cries out
The
reflection I see as I study my skin
leaves
me to question all that I've been.
I
question myself, what have I been.
Looking
back in time another face
Oh
one I loved then and embraced
The
reflection I see as I study my skin
leaves
me to question all that I've been.
I
question myself, what have I been?
Marriages
of love broken by time
leaves
two hearts empty longing to find
An
adulteress cries , long after the deed
can
she forgive herself, her heart bleeds.
The
reflection I see as I study my skin
leaves
me to question all that I've been.
I
question myself, what have I been.
Army
of the streets target our young
With
poisons of pleasure, sweet songs sung
Chiefs
call themselves prophets as they justify
No
consequence, till loved ones die.
©1995 Sean Moore
