Gurdjieff's Daughter

If they adorn themselves with crystals To make them look sharp Sleep with their hand on a pistol, They're afraid of the dark Well if it wakes you, Which it has to be known to, Don't be alarmed Darkness can't do you harm Fear will hurt you And outside, if wind is beating A tree to a bed Don't fear that it might be meeting Some untimely end They do what they're supposed To but they have been known To stand strong and tall, Weather it all Take what you can Never give orders, Just to be obeyed Never consider yourself or others Without knowing that you'll change It may not surprise you, But pride has been known to Rise up a storm Countless lives lost At the hands of pride and I'll fall Who'll weep for them? Sometimes I do. I do sometimes Who weeps for them? Sometimes I do. I do sometimes You can't see it, it might be behind you Keep those eyes wide You can't see it, it might be behind you Keep those eyes wide Don't be impressed By strong personalities Sincere words Are rarely sickly sweet But if they fool you, Which they have been known to Don't lose your sight, Know something's not right And look at the stars Be weary of being Given a name If for some reason You're not considered the same Once they name you, They have been known to Lock you in Statistical sin They'd rather ignore Who'll weep for them? Sometimes I do. I do sometimes Who weeps for them? Sometimes I do. I do sometimes You can't see it, it might be behind you Keep your eyes wide You can't see it, it might be behind you Keep those eyes wide Keep your eyes on the back of your mind