Doctor, my eyes have seen the years,
through the slow parade of tears,
without crying.
Now I want to understand,
I have done all that I could
to see evil and the good without hiding.
You must help me if you can.
Doctor my eyes
tell me what is wrong.
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?
As I've wandered through this world
as each moment has unfurled,
I've been waiting to awaken from this dream,
I never notice them until I got this feeling,
that its later that it seems,
Doctor my eyes
tell me what is real
I hear cries
just saying "Its' too late for me",
Doctor my eyes
cannot be disguised
Jackson Browne
Is this 'where angels fear to tread'?
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