What Do You See?
Look at me, look through my eyes-
what exactly do you see?
What colors come out, to play with you-
which do I let free?
Do you see the smile, as brightness shines-
with sun that burns the soul?
And shattered memories, to catch on fire-
the flame that takes his toll.
Do you see the tears, that compete for the Exit-
as the heart shows them the way?
When darkness falls, with Pain as their Leader-
and Angels kneel to pray.
Do you see the Child, who sleeps in Pink-
and dreams of the Merry-Go-Round?
Who spins too fast, and starts to cry-
and falls onto the ground.
Do you see the Rose, that yearns to grow-
and begs the Sun for blessing?
But, sooner or later, the petals fall-
as Death is harshly pressing.
When you look in these eyes, do you only see Green?-
and not the colors inside?
Can you see the Past, do I let it show?-
Can you see the existence I hide?
