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The Fall of a Spy
Your apocalyptic dreams appear in my vision:
women weeping - mixed with tears from heaven
and children crying for help, nobody can see
Sad pictures of your gloomy prophesy
Oracles of doom predicted fire in the sky;
what I'm beginning to see is the fall of a spy
Regrets fill my heart; we only remember the bad deeds,
not the gallant efforts when he planted the good seeds
Let no stones be cast till this whole fiasco is over
The burden of proof lies not in the eyes of the beholder
We might think he was careless and got pussy-whipped
A silver lining separates the truth when one is tight-lipped
You're in a field of bounty but sees only weeds;
in the middle of an oasis, but sees only sands
If your mind is trapped in that sad context--
your spirit is weak and will starve to death
What if you were right and everyone else is wrong
for you see wealth in "weeds" tucked in your sarong
We shouldn't judge you based on our biased perceptions,
and mustn't peel the layers to the core without directions
Don't be fooled with what our naked eyes could see...
That's the moral lesson to our falling of a spy story
There could be a hidden agenda within their agenda
For their eyes only, and not for political propaganda
women weeping - mixed with tears from heaven
and children crying for help, nobody can see
Sad pictures of your gloomy prophesy
Oracles of doom predicted fire in the sky;
what I'm beginning to see is the fall of a spy
Regrets fill my heart; we only remember the bad deeds,
not the gallant efforts when he planted the good seeds
Let no stones be cast till this whole fiasco is over
The burden of proof lies not in the eyes of the beholder
We might think he was careless and got pussy-whipped
A silver lining separates the truth when one is tight-lipped
You're in a field of bounty but sees only weeds;
in the middle of an oasis, but sees only sands
If your mind is trapped in that sad context--
your spirit is weak and will starve to death
What if you were right and everyone else is wrong
for you see wealth in "weeds" tucked in your sarong
We shouldn't judge you based on our biased perceptions,
and mustn't peel the layers to the core without directions
Don't be fooled with what our naked eyes could see...
That's the moral lesson to our falling of a spy story
There could be a hidden agenda within their agenda
For their eyes only, and not for political propaganda
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