Forgive me.
I don\'t know who\'s who.
Who\'s right, who\'s wrong?
They all believe their mission.
But who\'s right and who\'s wrong?
We all have our suspicions.
So I lay here in the night, my thoughts, like my eggs, all buttery scrambled...
Who could be a master chef - bring it all together...
A recipe with unity, where the children enter...
There must be a door? There must be a clue!
But all I hear is I am the One.
What should I do?
Would one claim to be One? to bring down number two?
Is number two the One that came for me and you?
It\'s all so confusing, like a servant I am blind...
Forgive me please, if I take my ease, from the voices in the byway..
See like you, I have my proof, the proof the world can\'t see.
So whoever you are (my bright shining star), to me you bring relief, from trouble and stress (but my life looks a mess!), for you I am a fool.
Let them all have their say - there\'s only one way, and not many walk in it...
But those that do, and get the clues, are lifted as they stumble
In a world choked with weeds
His own precious seed
Is nurtured in the hearts of the humble