Come to send, not condescend
Transcendental consequences, to transcend
Where we are, who are we?, who we are
Trampled moss, on your soul
Changes all, your apart
Seen it all, not at all
Can't defend the command
Take me for a ride before we leave
Circumstance, clapping hands
A-driving winds, happenstance
Off the track, in the mud
That's the moss in the aforementioned verse
miraculous, and a little
Just a little time, before we leave
Stoplight, plays its part
So I would say, you've got a part
Whats your part?
Who you are, you are who, who you are
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