Before I saw it I'd been walking with my head down
Watching the sidewalk's wet reflections and the shadows on the ground
When within my streetlamp shadow there was a glow I could see a room was occupied
With chairs thrown to form a row, acting as Swales to slow the flow, it seemed they intended to stay the night
So leave the path in disarray
For life to grow the old way must decay
Go on and rise we'll get what we take
To each a stake in this new world we make
Stumbling now in our time
With our sweet table wine
When everything seems fine
The sun shines not for me
Not for me
No the light falls free
At times it seems some or none
That everything is one for one
And what's done is done
But rivers roll not for me
Not for me
Gathering water is a way to be
To be free say the bourgeoisie
Just go to the academy
Get yourself a PhD
But the crippled won't walk for me now
Not for me
While the blind are driven down stone steps to the sea
To be brutally plain
There is no end to pain
It comes and goes with the rain
But comfort comes not for me
Not for me
It slips on through eternity
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