Far way does the wind blow
Years so long and once in a row
Do prophets claim to speak the truth
That things will happen and the people to stay put.
Doubt and confusion are
No doubt-for they're everywhere
Some become bad and some are fugitives
In a world where that hating someone is one of the main motives.
There's hope and guilt and glory
Somewhere under the date palms there's gold
And it's a place of no evil fury
It's a place called Paradise
Prophets see and soothsayers seethe
And we wonder the future they seethe is really the truth
Well, let me say a fact that is true.
There's only one who can prove and determine future-you.
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