And, when I look to see who’s hurt,
I find there’s no one there;
There’s none whose face is caked in dirt
Or head’s hung in despair.

And yet I feel so much aggrieved
I don’t know what to do,
Which goes to show that what’s believed
Can overcome what’s true.

Yet who I am, in point of fact,
Is free from being harmed;
As such, like one whose world’s intact,
I live a life that’s charmed.

Yet, sometimes, I forget what’s real
And go the way of how I feel.

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