God doesn't want us
in a box
he wants us
in a book
yeah, he wants everyone
to take a look at you
yeah, our life
slice by slice
or page by page
yeah every stage
whether it be rage
or soothing like sage
in a house
or in the arms
of a spouse
yeah our heads
were meant to be reed
and our souls \
were meant to feed
at the same time
yeah when words
meet rhyme
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