Here inside this quiet room there's direction

Outside in the sultry noon time reflection

A million people scurry. They're looking for advice

None willing to lend charity just exercise their

Shades of truth and partisan conventionsShades of truth between disparate lines

Shades of truth interpret my intentionsYou don't know I'm alright

You don't know I'm alright Who authored the blueprints and made us captains?

Someone proclaimed creation, people listened

While children by the millions, are thrown into the zoo

This so called gift of clarity! Oh what was God up to?

Shades of truth and lenient conventionsShades of truth between disparate lines

Shades of truth interpret my intentionsYou don't know I'm alright

You don't know I'm alright

So many walk in parallel and pull their blinders tight

So few offer apology and accept others rights

And nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end

Can't we all accept that it will all happen again? Just partisan conventions

Shades of truth between disparate linesShades of truth, interpret my intentions

You don't know I'm alrightYou don't know I'm alright