For man to find a way to live

It’s not that you are right

And I am wrong

Or that in bending words to fit

That we might get a long

It’s search for justice, right and truth

That’s fueled all past and foiled attempts

For man to find a way to live

In moral truth and common sense

It’s not that you are bad

And I am good

And should one of us be gone, the world

Would work the way it should

We’re here locked, sharing , shaping views

Will thoughts or swords work all truth out

For man to find a way to live

With or without dispensing doubt?

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