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Shrouded Sight

User by Anna K
Times change
And the moral range
On our inner compass
Might start to seem strange

Where it used to be
Quite clear to see
What was wrong and write
Now the lines are hazy

It's not black and white
Like the day and night
Only shades of grey
Through our shrouded sight

It's not the events
But the sight that prevents
All we can do is hope
That our own mind relents

Even though we might say
And say it every day
That we wish for the truth
We're much happier this way

For it's easier on the soul
To our consciences console
That we might be doing right
Even when that's not our goal
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