My place
I shall not be thrown
Or cowed down
From active role
I shall always give call
I earn bread
And shall read
Between lines
To earn honestly and feel fine
What have I to do with lies?
Even if they try
I shall move on simple path
With enough of trust and faith
I have no axe to grind
And find
Ill gotten wealth
For carrying it till death
So I am live
And believe
In simple principle
My place is among people
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