Why did I not die at birth?
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Expire as I came from the womb?
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Why were there knees to receive me?
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Or breasts to feed me?
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Why was I not like babies
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Who never saw the light?
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Who lie with kings and counsellors
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Who rebuild ruins for themselves
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And where rest
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Those whose strength is spent
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Where small and great are alike
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And the slave is free of his master
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Oh watcher of men
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Do you have eyes of flesh?
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Is your vision like man?
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Are your years the years of man?
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U know that I'm not guilty
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And that none can deliver from your hand.
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Also u know that u have deeply wronged me oh
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And u have fenced me in
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You made it so nobody knows me
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And I'm an outsider to them
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When I accused you, you wouldn't speak
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I said you tore up my hope like a tree
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But I spoke without understanding
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Of things beyond me which I did not know
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And now I've heard you with my ears
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And I've seen you with my eyes
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Therefore I recant and relent
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Being but dust and ashes
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Watcher Of Men
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| Sinead O'Connor |
