Being in a Borrowed Suit

Addicted to at least one problem
Errors in thinking that will solve em.
Cleanse the air with some sage
There’s more than one voice on my stage.
One is saying lead the way
The other is mocking; he won’t stay
We came to find the answers
or have we bowed to all the cancers
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh………I want to write your song
Whether forever or we don’t stay long
We can teach our hearts to Love
Flowing over from above
So we’re scared Love ain’t forever
Afraid that pain becomes our tether
Remember Love sets us free
Or is that the truth we refuse to see
What if these are eternal nows
And every time we rewrite the vows
What if tomorrow never comes….
and sorrow……starts playing our drums
Being in a borrowed suit, I see your soul as we bear our fruit
Let’s come alive while we have the chance
Never mind our circumstance
I see your being in that borrowed suit; so like mine in convolute
Just being in this borrowed suit; making us more resolute
Being in this borrowed suit; it doesn’t fit and the point is moot
take it off let’s come together
wild and free even though we’re tethered
Beings in a borrowed suit
Being in those borrowed suits
Beings in these borrowed suits,
let’s just Be
….in our borrowed suits

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