2:37am May 15, 2008

Sometimes one discovers
That people aren't always who they seem to be
Deep down dug deeper than a grave
Plainer than laser white printer paper
They can be exactly who you see
And behind your back they decieve
The choice is who to believe... Them,
Yourself, their friends, their relatives, a stranger
You hear things about them
Seeing things that they do or have done
Stories that maybe true
Stories that maybe doctored
Stories that mabye false or altered
Sometimes apples don't fall far from the tree
And neither do the apple seeds
Listen well
Observe and take it all to note
Don't be poisoned by deception nor denial
Because it will end up hurtiing...
Hitting you the hard way
Like a fly to a hand
That bad fallen apple might have a chance
If forgiven and given a chance of redemption
Digging you out of the grave they gave you
That they too dug themselves into
Digging both out into plain sight
Reaching for the light
To start all over again
To do things right
Be careful of their seeds
You could end up with the same deeds
Handle them with TLC
Teach them well
Teach them what to do and what not to do
Hope that they have fallen much further

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