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Through My Eyes
Musings from Blindfold
by
Brit 
(01/20/01)

   I watch you, drowning in a sea of regret
   Trading comfort's hand for guilt's searing grip
   You just can't see that you're a tool of circumstance
   and the pain is not your own

   You mourn what could have been
   Your soul held hostage in penitence -
   condemned by a loathing black as sin
   for another's foolish choice

   But if you could see yourself through my eyes...
   you'd see the man you really are
   a heart so generous that it overflows
   onto a world undeserving and cold

   If you could see yourself through my eyes...
   you'd see the child once ravaged by pain
   who went to hell, and rose from the ashes
   refined and as strong as steel

   If you could see yourself through my eyes...
   you'd see the integrity of the man
   you could've turned away from a apathetic world
   but you met it head on, and didn't back down

   If you could see yourself through my eyes...
   you'd see a man with a lion's fierceness
   champion to the wounded and worn
   a hero left unsung

   If you could see yourself through my eyes...
   you'd see a man with a poet's soul
   and a tenderness that pours itself out like an offering
   to a parched and thirsty heart

   If you could see yourself through my eyes...
   you'd see a man consumed by sorrow
   no wounds more crippling than those self-inflicted
   - haven't you bled enough?

   If you could see yourself through my eyes...

     THE END