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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