Influence

If I could talk all the time,
I would never know what to say
I’d be afraid
To speak my own way.
And another thing
I’d feel like I’d have to pay
For every lying word
Every day.
For the price of our words
That lead us astray
Is our holy salvation
That mansion in the clouds we’ll have someday.

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