Minds opening out to the world,
with motives unheard of,
a leader to lead us all,
and a lowly slave for us to scoff.
The rain keeps pouring down,
mighty pleased Fate must be,
although we're doing nothing right,
yet we're living lives of glee.
Rain and minds.
Nothing's clear these days.
Skies aren't feeling too blue,
the day's passed over again,
blues are more in the head now,
as we're emotionally strained.
I saw courage get rewarded,
I saw my name in gold,
but can I possibly rescue my mind,
before I get too old?
Skies and minds.
Nothing's clear these days.
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