To understand another is not to agree.
He may be our brother but we can agree to disagree.
Times are changing, that's for sure.
Times are changing, that's for sure.
What we loved about our childhood appears to endure.
And we know what is for the good.
A new set of morals?
A new set of morals?
Who will write them?
Who will accept the laurels and write the priceless gems?
Our employer? Our teachers? Our friends?
Our employer? Our teachers? Our friends?
Maybe the railroad man.
Maybe the leaders or preachers will try the best they can.
Then perhaps each one will accept their own.
Then perhaps each one will accept their own.
The ones we learned in childhood
The guidelines for which we are known, if only we could.
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