The darkness in the hearts of men Is not illuminated from within It takes a sword to break the skin And let the healing sunlight in So if the lamp of your eye is dark, How dark indeed it is inside your heart If all you see is what is noT there The light of being turns to dark despair Hey la la la How do you see? Do you see clearly? Do you see light but doubt it's source? And are you blinded by your vision? Or deafened by the sound of your own voice? A hope deferred can k** the heart And make a mockery out of what's really art So set your sights up on the day And may your eyes be free to see the light again Hey la la