WHO?

Who am I? Ask them for they all seem to know
I’m the girl, who accepts, who swims with the flow
Never wanting to upset the status quo
Ask them if you really must know

Who are you? Ask them, they will give you a name
You’re the one who’s afraid to get singed by the flame
And you can’t see that life is just part of the game
Ask them, they will tell you the same

Who are we? Ask God, whoever He be
We’re the ones who define His identity
He is nothing unless the world chooses to see
Even then there is no guarantee

Who are they? Ask yourself, can we identify
With opinions we make at the blink of an eye
We are nothing unless the world chooses to buy
What we’re selling when we present *I*

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