I can see clearly now.
My eyes are open to all the disaster that I have cause.
The storm that weathers my soul is starting to set free.
The fire that burns deeps in your heart, can cool off with mine.
I have given you water to nourish and grow.
Now it is up to what you want to show.
I done my best to make you well.
Let see what the sun can do to make you grow.
How much longer can this burn?
Misconception 