I always hear the words from men and women,

they say to me that i'm not who they thought I'd be,

should this offend me or should I just let it be,

let them believe that I can be who they see of me,

In reality they don't really know who I am,

then again I may not really know them,

Life itself is a mystery, 

and judgement seems to be the key to enertaining this life we seek,

it's an untold story on it's way to be revealed,

everyone participates we can't deny or anticipate that we don't look and see something......,

something different than what it may really be,

so I say to those listening, 

let judgement die in history, 

let it fade with its mysteries,

for all we know the god above gave the life we're in search of,

therefore he's our only judge.



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