Sometimes when I see, I don't see at all,
Sometimes I see gloomy clouds but not the flowers around
Sometimes the bright sunlight, blinds me to the thorns
Always have I failed to see, the true picture as it is
Sometimes I hear a birdie sing, though there are voices all around
Sometimes through soft melodious music, I hear thunder in my heart
And when I closed my ears I finally realized
I had actually been quite deaf all along
The songs I heard were in my heart
All melodies lay within my soul
And when I chose i could hear the sweetest tunes
And when I did not, I would hear noises around
Within us is the power to chose
What we see and how we feel
Within us is the strength to live
Though often we choose to use it not
When we let go, we are washed along
By nature's eternal flow
The course at times is stormy and turbulent
And at times relaxingly cool
Yet I know that if with complete faith
And a guiltless heart we close our eyes
We will finally drift ashore
But where, we cannot know before
So if you have a goal in mind
A place of haven you see in your dreams
Then use your will and pick the oars
To row your course through life
Sometimes I see gloomy clouds but not the flowers around
Sometimes the bright sunlight, blinds me to the thorns
Always have I failed to see, the true picture as it is
Sometimes I hear a birdie sing, though there are voices all around
Sometimes through soft melodious music, I hear thunder in my heart
And when I closed my ears I finally realized
I had actually been quite deaf all along
The songs I heard were in my heart
All melodies lay within my soul
And when I chose i could hear the sweetest tunes
And when I did not, I would hear noises around
Within us is the power to chose
What we see and how we feel
Within us is the strength to live
Though often we choose to use it not
When we let go, we are washed along
By nature's eternal flow
The course at times is stormy and turbulent
And at times relaxingly cool
Yet I know that if with complete faith
And a guiltless heart we close our eyes
We will finally drift ashore
But where, we cannot know before
So if you have a goal in mind
A place of haven you see in your dreams
Then use your will and pick the oars
To row your course through life
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