I’ve seen some things
Some of those things
I wish to unsee
Yet my eyes capture
The darkest and brightest
Things of life
Whether I’m standing on a bridge
With a rocky river beneath it
As the oak trees sway on the side
And as the wind takes the leaves
One by one to fly free
Or if I were to stand in a wasteland
With no water
No trees or grass
No life what so ever
Nothing but tumbleweeds flying
Whether I choose to look or not
Is my choice
But when I open my eyes
It’s not only my eyes that open
It’s my soul and my thoughts
Taking everything in at the sight
Sometimes I can’t see well
My vision blurs up
As tears well up in my eyes
And spill down my cheek
Like a waterfall on a rainy day
I choose to open my eyes to the world
Because if I live in fear of seeing the dark things
I might miss the bright things