歌词：Residents. Devotion?.

Shortly after I first met them, something that I said upset them and
perhaps we should have parted then. I was saying how important that they
were and what a fortune could be made if they would let me try. But I did
not understand why they took in and had to stand by those who were so
worthless to them both. Then they got extremely angry, shouting that the
seedy gang behind them may not have much value in my eyes...but they were
people and were needing what we give and if you see them like you see some
roaches on the floor, then the sad one must be you who sees himself as too
good to do something for the weak or ones with warts. You disdain and
criticize someone who has been compromised but really have no values of
your own, so maybe you should leave and find some, steal or beg or maybe
buy some from a smiling banker or a store. At first I was too shocked to
believe they would suggest that I should levae, and what was even worse

was that I saw that they preferrred their gutter rutting friends above my
smugly strutting. And I admit it stunned and humbled me. So I begged and
then beseeched them, "Let me stay and you could teach some sense into this
tired old mind of mine." And of course we reconciled with hugging arms and
tugging smiles that left me more secure, but still in doubt. I truly loved
and felt devotion for them both, but I was broken up and feeling powerless
inside. I must become important to them, intertwined with roots into them,
or else I'd loose my false and newfound pride.
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