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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 How many have the eyes of God Seen walk the earth and die away? How many have the camera's eyes Seen pass this way each day? Thousands of cars passing by As you amble down the sidewalk Head held high Observing all that's near Thousands of people hustle along You see the dull expressions In their eyes. . . Are they blinded by their fear? But you're oblivious To emotion You've trained yourself Not to care It's so obvious The commotion Is as close to life as you'll get Close as you dare Joy in some eyes, tears on some cheeks Anger on other faces Still others calm as the sea Nothing affects their hearts Happy or sad, is it good to have A feeling to understand? For awhile. . . Could you play the different parts? But you've been spared The constant strain Of emotion to Destroy your mind "Is it a good thing To feel no pain In your heart, or do you need To feel?" the Jester whined. How many have the silent few Watched burn their lives away? How many have my camera eyes Seen destroy themselves today? |