The Looking-Glass Self
©1978-2008LisaDeWitt
As I gaze into the mirror,
I ponder the reflection of someone I know.
I admire the beauty as well as imperfections.
The awareness of each brings me peace.
(sung to the tune of the Oscar Mayer Bologna song)
Lyric©2007 All rights reserved.
Their bologna has a first name,
it's E-N-R-O-N!
Their bologna has a second name,
it's Arthur Anderson!
Oh, they love to tell it every day
and if you ask them why they'll say,
"Cause Enron really has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A!"
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When ignorance casts its shadow and a battle ensues
some will take the high road and some will lose.
Within powers and principalities lurks evil and good
the winner oft chosen by the spilling of blood.
Where are the peacemakers in this time of need
their voices oft silenced by the voices of greed.
The future is shaped by the powers that be
while some are praying for the power of three.
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Take my hand and walk with me on these sandy shores of life.
Together we'll watch the seagulls trace a path across the sky
in an effort to flow with time.
There's no turning back to recover the past.
When the tide flows in we will rise above the current.
With the wind at our backs, we will scour the shore
in search of sea shells.
We'll marvel at their simplistic beauty and tuck them safely away.
There's no turning back to recover the past.
When the tide flows in we will rise above the current.
The warm and sunny days reflect on where we'll be tomorrow--
there won't be any sorrow--
only good times shared with open hearts
on these sandy shores of life.
