Who's to Say

When you were to observe the room you're in
And watch as the hundreds of faces you loved till death
Had done you apart, they all turned blue
They all turned hypocritical all of a sudden

Let no unwholesome talk leap off your tongue
Slowly but surely becomes a suggestion
Let every word build up character to better so's
Well whatever we say passes when we're in command of this shipwreck

Feelings, they mix with matters at hand when they show sign
Of the disknowledge and the anywho's we encounter so
Rugrats and carpet thugs, they eat away the ground we stood upon
As the chip of the old dust becomes deterioration to every level of this house

But who's to say whose life belongs to whosoever who's?
Lest judgment plummeted into the hands of one who knew not of it so well
Perhaps we'll spell each letter of apology for you? But no
We are to seek and find and look behind the door ourselves, are we not?

So young children, to you I sing my song of pleadance and love
As I grow young to old with you, we all make the mistake of life compromise
Let not blue spinning earth throw you off the walking track
But we are called to be firm, more so mature than we believe