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Misunderstood
Throuhg the night
I take my flight
Throuhg cities of crime
And shadows of time
Soaring over mountains and seas
What comes to sight is poverty
If you take my hand
I'll bring you to a better land
Where the birds can sing
People I will bring
You must have trust in me
I am not all that you see
On the outside I'm not a sight
But understand me I will not bite
As the sun appears
I hide my tears
For I live in darkness
In the depths of the heartless
