Gurdjieff's Daughter

If they adorn themselves with crystals

to make them look sharp

Sleep with their hand on a pistol,

they’re afraid of the dark

Well if it wakes you,

which it has to be known to,

don’t be alarmed

Darkness can’t do you harm

Fear will hurt you

And outside, if wind is beating

a tree to a bed

Don’t fear that it might be meeting

some untimely end

They do what they’re supposed

to but they have been known

to stand strong and tall,

weather it all

Take what you can

Never give orders,

just to be obeyed

Never consider yourself or others

without knowing that you’ll change

It may not surprise you,

but pride has been known to

rise up a storm

Countless lives lost

at the hands of pride and I’ll fall

Who’ll weep for them? Sometimes I do.

I do sometimes

Who weeps for them? Sometimes I do.

I do sometimes

You can’t see it, it might be behind you

Keep those eyes wide

You can’t see it, it might be behind you

Keep those eyes wide

Don’t be impressed

by strong personalities

Sincere words

are rarely sickly sweet

But if they fool you,

which they have been known to

Don’t lose your sight,

know something’s not right

and look at the stars

Be weary of being

given a name

if for some reason

you’re not considered the same

Once they name you,

they have been known to

lock you in

Statistical sin

they’d rather ignore

Who’ll weep for them? Sometimes I do.

I do sometimes

Who weeps for them? Sometimes I do.

I do sometimes

You can’t see it, it might be behind you

Keep your eyes wide

You can’t see it, it might be behind you

Keep those eyes wide

Keep your eyes on the back of your mind