With just a speck of wisdom
I will walk my way
not to stumble
not to stray
It looks so smooth and straight
but all around it’s wicked, wild
all around the bandits lurking
careful oh my child
look at them with their ravaged fields
look at them with their fancy clothes
look at their sharp shiny knives
our lives are in the hands
of such as those
gorged on wine and dainties
money that they’ll never use
knowing nothing of my great way
knowing nothing
about all they’ll usewhat
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