how thou art a fickle friend, A serpent's tongue that doth with poison blend. Thy voice doth hiss and coil like a snake, And with thy words, our peace doth shake.
Oft times thou dost deceive And make us think we must believe That all is lost and nothing gained, That peace and harmony cannot be attained.
But why do we give ear to thee? Why dost thou have such power over me? For in truth, it is within our own hearts, That we must seek to play our rightful parts.
It is not Discord who doth bring about, The wars and strife that we so often tout. It is our own mistaken beliefs and fears, That bring about those bitter tears.
So let us not blame Discord for our woe, But look within ourselves and watch it go. For in the end, it is not Discord's choice, But ours, to find our own inner voice.
Oft times thou dost deceive And make us think we must believe That all is lost and nothing gained, That peace and harmony cannot be attained.
But why do we give ear to thee? Why dost thou have such power over me? For in truth, it is within our own hearts, That we must seek to play our rightful parts.
It is not Discord who doth bring about, The wars and strife that we so often tout. It is our own mistaken beliefs and fears, That bring about those bitter tears.
So let us not blame Discord for our woe, But look within ourselves and watch it go. For in the end, it is not Discord's choice, But ours, to find our own inner voice.