Clear eyes wander but are seldom blind

Clear eyes wander but are seldom blind.

Heedless is he of the hidden faces,

enshrouded in tatters, he is maligned

and the hatred - his world it replaces.

Time has ticked away on the melting clock

whilst veiling fog enwreathes the crueler folk.

Kept confined in a world become paddock,

the blundering fool - their kindness revoked.

Astray, the fool is but a sinking stone.

To him, black waters show no shades of grey.

Battered by the wicked who sit a' throne,

he wore his own mask, and for them did pray.

Clear eyes wander but are seldom blind;

poor man to others but not in his mind.