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Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I donīt know why.
Are we listening
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
That love is gathering?
All the words that Iīve been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one.
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down.
īCause itīs the world I know.
Itīs the world I know.