Ponder I this place that God has sent me to
Searching for the beauty I believe is true
Find I turned-off minds of blind credulity
Godly men who kill for right forget the cruelty
Run away,
run away,
run away,
run away
All I seek I cannot find behind the face of man
Deeper inward turn I towards a selfish calm
Sitting by my window watching love destroyed
Thoughts have crossed my mind
"Who will fill the void?"
Run away,
run away,
run away,
run away
Sitting by that window watching all the bad I've found
Sitting much too close to myself to clearly hear the sound
All the good and kind and love there ought to be
If only I'd get down inside and ask of me
What of I?
What of I?
What of I?
what of I?
What of I?
What of I?
what of I?
