Would You

Would You

 

There is a master among,

every group of three.

As sure as the dawn,

one would be feeling lonely.

 

If you were the master,

Would you treat us as being equal.

If you were feeling lonely,

Would you face it as passing gale.

 

If for too long you stuck in the middle,

Between the master and the lonely soul.

Would you withdraw gracefully,

to break this vicious ball.

When a man lies to you

When a man lies to you

When a man lies to you

Could you tell

his excuses self- contradictory

and his arms around you chill

When a man left you crying

Could you tell

That you to live or to die has become

His concerns no more

When a man loves you no more

Could you tell