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Tolkien was a sulking
Injured in war
And he never knew
What he had in store
He kept his books under lock and key
And then one day, he thought of thee
He grabbed his pad
He grabbed his pen
And when they accepted his work
This is what he said:
Is it wrong to be right?
Am I such a horrible sight?
Is it ok to be board
If theres so much more
To be held then what I right?
Lewis was a stewist
Boiling in water
That latter did the same
To that Potter
He walked under tree's that resemble myths
And talked in libraries, drinking tea stiff
He converted
Then asserted
And when they read his works
All he could say was:
Is it wrong to be right?
Am I such a horrible sight?
Is it ok to be board
If theirs so much more
To be held then what I right?
Frank Pettie walked with many
And his life remained some what steady
And when he got a vertical spot
It wasn't hard to *pop*
He wrote of Rough, being cooked like bread
And demons getting inside her head
And the convictions
Felt like a knife at the throut
And when we saw what he meant
All he could think was:
Is it wrong to be right?
Am I such a horrible sight?
Is it ok to be board
If theirs so much more
To be held then what I right?
With this, its not wrong to be right
In his eyes, your not such a bad sight
In the future
You'll never be board
And what is wrong
With being held at what you write
Don't worry about the right
Your such a glorious sight
You can never be board
When you understand the lord
And what he has
For your life
So remember these men
And take the answers from them
Cause I'm sure you'll see
There going to come in handy
Injured in war
And he never knew
What he had in store
He kept his books under lock and key
And then one day, he thought of thee
He grabbed his pad
He grabbed his pen
And when they accepted his work
This is what he said:
Is it wrong to be right?
Am I such a horrible sight?
Is it ok to be board
If theres so much more
To be held then what I right?
Lewis was a stewist
Boiling in water
That latter did the same
To that Potter
He walked under tree's that resemble myths
And talked in libraries, drinking tea stiff
He converted
Then asserted
And when they read his works
All he could say was:
Is it wrong to be right?
Am I such a horrible sight?
Is it ok to be board
If theirs so much more
To be held then what I right?
Frank Pettie walked with many
And his life remained some what steady
And when he got a vertical spot
It wasn't hard to *pop*
He wrote of Rough, being cooked like bread
And demons getting inside her head
And the convictions
Felt like a knife at the throut
And when we saw what he meant
All he could think was:
Is it wrong to be right?
Am I such a horrible sight?
Is it ok to be board
If theirs so much more
To be held then what I right?
With this, its not wrong to be right
In his eyes, your not such a bad sight
In the future
You'll never be board
And what is wrong
With being held at what you write
Don't worry about the right
Your such a glorious sight
You can never be board
When you understand the lord
And what he has
For your life
So remember these men
And take the answers from them
Cause I'm sure you'll see
There going to come in handy
