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To see through eyes now uncovered

I see all of these things anew.

To hear what it is Ive discovered

Would be a betrayal to you.



To hear beliefs, not known facts

Or hear what it is I feel I know.

No sugar-coating or acts

This would still be a hell of a show.



To be hit with untouchable pain

And filled with uncurable sorrow.

Your pleas of help die in vain

For you there is no tomorrow.



What you think you know

Of course, you know not.

With all the things we let go

I feel its beginning to rot.



To die before we can ever live

Be blinded before even seeing.

Oh to defy this, what I would give

Just to be content with being.



Just to know whats really true

Or to even be able to say.

Such mystery seems to surround you

I feel Im being swept away.



How can I ever truly know

If what I think is even right.

Now Ill spend ever tomorrow

Dwelling on the questions of tonight.