O there's no faith in this article baby,
no truth and no lie lie lie lie,
I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me,
it wasn't for me to ask why,
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
some people weren't born to dance,
While others are halted mid-step to the beat of
a song in the key of chance.
See what you all make of it. If the structure of the email screws