It's getting harder every day
To find a willing soul who'll stay
And give their all in every way
Whenever duty calls their name.
So much a rush to run away
And take the yolk of one who'll pay
To be the molder of the clay.
It's all become a game.
Heading out onto the fray,
Picking up on shades of gray,
No sense of morals to obey,
The choices become clear.
Not a case of yea or nay.
Use your heart, not what "they"
Would have you want or do or say.
Choose boldly without fear.
Staying put is often wise,
Difficult to understand.
Loyalty is making choices,
Keeping faith at your command.
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