Watch and follow the sunrise people won't open their eyes they step upon dark cities in the daylight colors form their unities minds of a lost sight They blame each other for their actions discriminate each other for their fashion Hear the tap of the white cane Death is crying of his pain He's not angry He's just hungry He knows not whom he's come for Death is knocking at the door [instrumental] The Watcher watches from above He judges only with eyes of love He sees no creeds or races He sees but common faces He's breathed life into everything Shaped and shaded all to His liking Watch and follow the sunrise people won't open their eyes won't open their eyes The Watcher and Death look and laugh look and laugh [outro]
