FATE IS A WORD by Tom Jensen
Passion's found in
many shapes and forms
Within a tight black dress,
within a uniform
In the eyes of a mother
In the sighs of a lover
At three in the morning
Oh yeah...
Virtue can't be found
in all eyes of men
Nor in their statues
or great monuments
Only through tough
times and trial
Will we find ourselves
without denial
Or false compliments
Oh yeah...
Naked truth often hides
where you least expect
Never in the lavish palace
but in the cellar of neglect
Those of us living in glass houses
should be careful of bricks
For some who are
'the chosen ones'
Aren't the ones we'd pick
Oh no...
Fate is a word made up
by the scared
As the reason
why they failed
Or the reason
they never dared
To summon the courage
to follow the voice
They didn't always
want to hear
Oh yeah...
I am a man who
loves dishing it out
Yet I always have problems
when it comes to myself
When it comes to stepping up
I'm the first one to speak
When it comes to the children
I try my best to teach
They say practice makes perfect
so it's time to practice what I preach