When one refuses to look, How are they to see? Does the blindness keep you safe from reality? Troubled soul lost in the storm, How will you find your way? Maybe here you feel safe, maybe here you'll stay warm.
Laugh again to see the speck. The one in my eye. Guess it's better than before. I laugh as days go by. Try again as I must into the passing storm. For shelter waits over the hill. A place I can stay warm.
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