A life full of stripes--
Black, white, black, white--
Repetition of day and night.
Same, same, same, same.
She rambles through the mess
Of responsibility's stress.
Perfection rather than rest.
Same, same, same, same.
His head is in his hands
For He doesn't understand;
Where is truth in his life plan?
Same, same, same, same.
Same, Same, Same, Same--
This Truth we can claim
Because Faithful is His name.
Life full of the mundane
Hectic schedule, daily drain,
But because He is the Same
We must be without blame--
Different.
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