Sitting at my computer, campaign flyers scattered around,
Want to do what’s best for Alaska the Great Land,
So many faces, so many words and opinions abound,
Where should I take my stand; where should I stand?
One looks like a good guy, could be my neighbor,
But the other guy says he’s a crook and could be true,
What is truth? There’s no way to really be sure,
Maybe they’re all liars; that’d be nothing new.
Wish I could meet every man and look him in the eye,
Wish I could shake his hand, stare him down as he gives me his word,
I’d tell him, “Sir, I’m watching you; you break your word, your political career will die.”
But to think even that would give me assurance is absurd.
I pray, “God, give me guidance”, but the answers still aren’t clear,
We can’t trust any of them, but God, I trust You,
You know who would best serve this country I hold so dear,
Open my eyes; help me to see what’s true.
Copyright 2010 by Brietta R. Kiele. All rights reserved.
Want to do what’s best for Alaska the Great Land,
So many faces, so many words and opinions abound,
Where should I take my stand; where should I stand?
One looks like a good guy, could be my neighbor,
But the other guy says he’s a crook and could be true,
What is truth? There’s no way to really be sure,
Maybe they’re all liars; that’d be nothing new.
Wish I could meet every man and look him in the eye,
Wish I could shake his hand, stare him down as he gives me his word,
I’d tell him, “Sir, I’m watching you; you break your word, your political career will die.”
But to think even that would give me assurance is absurd.
I pray, “God, give me guidance”, but the answers still aren’t clear,
We can’t trust any of them, but God, I trust You,
You know who would best serve this country I hold so dear,
Open my eyes; help me to see what’s true.
Copyright 2010 by Brietta R. Kiele. All rights reserved.
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