Has Our Conscience Shown?

Has The Sweet Breeze Blown?

Has All The Kindness Gone?

Hope Still Lingers On.

I Drink Myself Of Newfound Pity

Sitting Alone In New York City

And I Don't Know Why.



Are We Listening

To Hymns Of Offering?

Have We Eyes To See

That Love Is Gathering?

All The Words That I've Been Reading

Have Now Started The Act Of Bleeding

Into One.



So I Walk Up On High

And I Step To The Edge

To See My World Below.

And I Laugh At Myself

As The Tears Roll Down.

'Cause It's The World I Know.

It's The World I Know.