Watcher Of Men - Sinead O'Connor

Why did I not die at birth?

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me?

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light?

Who lie with kings and counsellors

Who rebuild ruins for themselves

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master

Oh watcher of men

Do you have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

You know that I’m not guilty

And that none can deliver from your hand

Also you know that you have deeply wronged me, oh

And you have fenced me in

You made it so nobody knows me

And I’m an outsider to them

When I accused you, you wouldn’t speak

I said you tore up my hope like a tree

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me which I did not know

And now I’ve heard you with my ears

And I’ve seen you with my eyes

Therefore I recant and relent

Being but dust and ashes