If I am arrogant
About imagined gifts
I do not want to be
I did not ask for this
A captain of that ship
Called “let me ego trip”
To lands of make believe
By what authority
Would I convey a lie
Or have the nerve to say
Something that made you cry
Or raise myself above
The holy light of love
Where I would make the stand
You’d ask of any man
And if my heart’s not pure
And if my game’s is false
I ask you think of this
Before you make me cry
This lonesome cosmic rift
That GOD so blessed me with
I’d freely give to you
I’d grant you any day
And gladly say good-bye.

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