We do what we're told
Making and breaking
Inside our own to hold
What of its worth taking
Seeing and in believing
Everything there is
Temptations and in receiving
For life is truly a Bliss
Left turn and into its right
Life is like a dance
Coming morning on bright
Made a way to its chance
Playful roads of opportunities
Memories on to fold
Eyes that miss and sees
As our customs can hold
We are we like no other
Never giving it up
Receiving deliver brother
To reaching a personal top
Merry-go-round plays
Swinging times of prospect
The road has its many ways
Ours to find and select
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