The wolves and foxes in our lives
We will not recognize them in time
We will think everything is fine
Living well within the homes and friends
We will live with them
The minds still innocence
The eyes will see nothing wrong
Everything will see in good vibrations
Only when troubles will brew
The smoke will get into our eyes
We can finally realize something is out
The wolves have come out to play games
The foxes too will laugh
Walking through our lives
Taking what a person owns
Leaving with nothing but sad memories
But we recognize a fact
We will go in with good intention
We will walk to the door with anticipation
True or false is our choice
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