The darkness in the hearts of men
Is not illuminated from within
It takes a sword to break the skin
And let the healing sunlight in
So if the lamp of your eye is dark,
How dark indeed it is inside your heart
If all you see is what is no there
The light of being turns to dark despair
Hey la la la
How do you see? Do you see clearly?
Do you see light but doubt it's source?
And are you blinded by your vision?
Or deafened by the sound of your own voice?
A hope deferred can kill the heart
And make a mockery out of what's really art
So set your sights up on the day
And may your eyes be free to see the light again,
