How many times

1. How many times will I look at you and walk away? How many times I choose to ignore? How many times I’ll be closed in my little bubble world? Striving to pretend that I can’t see. 2. I’ve been given hands to help those who cannot help themselves, I’ve been given feet to go where light is gone; I’ve been given voice, so why do I keep this silence here, instead of speaking words of love to all? R: So I cry, here I am. Can you hear? Take my hand. Take it all, for all I am is yours. I don’t have gold nor silver, all I have is helping hand, take it all, for all I am is yours. 3. How many miles will I walk before I say you’re right? How many mistakes I have to make? Why do I focus on the splinter in my brother’s eye; And try to hide the plank in mine.