On those you love the most, your words fall silent--
At home you're just ignored, or seen to boast.
You know, but no one wants to know--you share
And no one want your knowledge, wisdom gift--
It goes unheard by those you want to hear
The words you wish to say. You know no one
Who has the ears to hear--as Jesus said,
A prophet is not without honor, save
In his own country. None who know you can
Believe, for those full of the wealth of knowledge
Of you cannot believe, and even have
A horror that you possibly could have
Within a wisdom that they don't, could not,
A knowledge to unhearing ears that's new.
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