Blessed Bees * last updated June 19, 2000

Guilt Is False Gold
by Melissa Oringer
(c) Melissa Oringer, 1998-2000, All rights reserved

Rules, rules, rules are meant to be broken
That's what I always hear.
But they also say breaking rules cost something dear.

I'm sighing, and crying
I am afraid that fear will win.

But who's to blame
For feeling shame,
I have a brain, perhaps I'll use it.
I'm digging deep,
Past the sheep,
Who are prospecting for guilt...
is false gold.

Do unto others as you'd have 'em do you.
It's such a roomy line.
But brittle rules surround it striving to define.

If I trust somebody to know what's right,
They say I don't know what life's about.
Better to lock in with rules, removing all doubt.

I'm crying, and sighing
I'm getting pulled into the spin.

But who's to blame
For feeling shame,
I have a brain, you think I'll use it.
I'm digging deep,
Past the sheep,
Who are prospecting for guilt...
is false

Gold is precious, rare and fine
Gold resides in the corners of my mind.
Gold can be shaped without losing what makes it real.

I'm to blame
For feeling shame,
I have a brain, I think I'll use it.
I'm digging deep,
Past the sheep,
Who are prospecting for guilt...
is false gold.

Rules, rules, rules are meant to be broken...

(c) Melissa Oringer, 1998-2000, All rights reserved