I was brought up in a household, where high standards were held and met
By parents from different backgrounds, where morals and respect were kept
Within the boundaries of home, that habitat where I was taught
About what was right and wrong in life, prevent unnatural thoughts
I will not let this world control, the mindset intended for me
By those who nurtured, trained my soul, to survive independently
I will not succemb to the ways, of those who have been led astray
The sheeps of the changes in times, that follow sin, both night and day
The lack of basic morals lost, like ancient scrolls beneath the past
Replaced by so called freedom to express the inner lust, alas
The ones outcasted now outcast the one's that outcasted the lost
And those now outasted are deemed to be the lost by those who lust
But teachings taught by my parents, will stay protecting me from sin
Like a secret guide my through the darker days, strengthen my chin
To take the knocks, the blows that life should try to deal me, yet stay strong
Ensure my heart sings proudly all that's taught to me, in zealous songs
Copyright © 2010 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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