I song I wrote back in 2005
It's time to go outside
and see the world through the eyes of the blind
Never mind the pain and the lies
the deceit are on board their flight
So pack your bags tonight
We'll travel through the morning light
To clearly see the mess and her plight
the troubles brought to his life
Now what does this mean?
Isn't it enough that they're looking at me?
What's irony? Isn't it unjust that they can look but not see?
I feel cool wind on my face
I'm comfort by the warmth of the stars
I'm dressed in fancy clothes
I'm wandering through land with a rubber sole
Now what about Sheila?
She's got nothing to hide
the more you have the more you got to find
she abides by this reckoning of life
Now what about Sheila
When will it feel right?
Why wait for the time to arrive?
When you have all the changes in mind
to apply to remove all disguise
Now what does this mean?
We're all left with doubt
the silent is wondering
is it apathy? or are we oblivious of this reality?
I breathe fresh air from the seas
I feed myself food from the gods
I dress in fancy clothes
I wander through this land with a guarded soul
Now what about Sheila?
She's got nothing to hide
All she has is this myriad of lies
Compromise is the key to her survive
come alive in this sancrosanctive life
What about Sheila?
She's got nothing to hide
the more you have the more you got to find
she abides by this reckoning of life
Now what about Sheila
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