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