Finding my soul in my writing
Finding my heart in my sleeve
Move my hand across the paper
And don’t let my eyes see
Don’t see all the misery
Don’t see al the pain
If seeing is believing
Believing isn’t safe
My brain will do the talking
My spirit will do the rest
If believing is seeing
Seeing is brave
To look in the eyes of the believer
To look in the sole of the lost
And still see the state of the sun
But the moon will shine
With all the same grace
So if believing and seeing are the same
Eternity will live another die.
