I look at this world and see little understanding
The reason for this life, my soul is demanding
And although my manners may seem to be uncouth
Show me now the greatest of kindness, beauty, and truth.
For the hour is early, the bread still unleavened
And time fades away like teardrops in heaven
So open this heavy heart and let us now see
All the beautiful things of you and of me
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