Oh shall thy mention, the real truth to come?
Most do not know oh what is, or do they?
Ah nor do I, I'm not sure, I'm not one
You see us all shall not go out and say

Blindness starting to fade as age may grow
Waiting, thinking all of that time to pass
Much knowledge gained interpreted and shown
The things that are learned shall always last

The fine way you feel, the warmth inside
Waking up everyday the sun shining
Let our smiles and our love be our guide
And our relationships be defining

We've figured it out, we know, or do we?
May the truth be beyond what we can see?