• Let he who has eyes to see

    World distorted, the song has begun
    a sparrow is worth two coins
    Am I worth none?

    To produce the good fruit
    you must have a good tree
    a seed in the thorns
    I think that is me

    I am a lost sheep
    doubt has led astray
    The path I choose
    is running away

    I built a nice home
    on a foundation of clay
    Lord help me now
    its giving way.