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The Weather
Stop blaming others.
Situations come from your position.
Settle down, settle down.
Trees lose their leaves to the weather.
Just the same to you.
Is this a mission or a voyage?
Helpless my cause to return
Blame faith without question
Why did I believe in truth?
Signs seemed many
Scared me to disbelief
The blame is in my soul, my body
The clouds are pure again, in my eyes
I have never seen you
I have been told what to think
Led through these years blinded
Now to see through the smoke
Excitement to be honored
To be one; changing with the weather
Finally I will be accepted
Blind me first, then I will see the truth
I breath pure.
