One Big Game
We only see half of what we should
We only use half our brain (is the other
half made of wood?)
If only we'd notice, if we would only see
Words hurt, people hurt, it's all just
one big game.
But what happens when conditions
turn critical
And the laughter turns to tears
Does 'sorry' heal or even help
Does it really ease any pain
Or is it all just one big game?
© 1999 Bob Murphy
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