Even at midnight
Sun can see my earth
And its nightmares
Why can't we grow
Seeds as they like?
As we know it
Life is not to mourn
Or to hide skindeep
Open your eyes
And see what all are open
And what all are gleaming
Question your silence
As we know its past
Answer your tomorrrow
As we cannot know their past
Knowing and Unknowing
I exist beneath all these
Sun can see my earth
And its nightmares
Why can't we grow
Seeds as they like?
As we know it
Life is not to mourn
Or to hide skindeep
Open your eyes
And see what all are open
And what all are gleaming
Question your silence
As we know its past
Answer your tomorrrow
As we cannot know their past
Knowing and Unknowing
I exist beneath all these
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