A GAME THEY CALL "SOMETHING" She's giving it away In the name of Jesus And he's taking it all In the name of selfish greed and lust I wish she would turn and see I'd appreciate just a little bit For just a little bit Is worth so much more Then all she has to give But in truth In order to participate You either have to give or take A game without rules No one keeps score With players that never seem to know for sure Someday I'll meet someone Who is somebody And knows it She will look at me And see someone And know it Together we'll be something We won't play with fire We'll just keep the flame By: Roger Harkness
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