I would show you the world,
but there is nothing to show
everything you could see
you would already know.

I could tell you nothing elsewise
unpure or unjust
look into yourself
or perish you must.

This life is a sorrow
feeble and weak
and my outlook right now is
rather bleak

i can tell you one thing
your sorrow and woes:
cannot be counted on fingers and toes

Forget about me
and ill try too
My voice you won't hear
and your mind will be clear