what wonderful power our sight can bring,
the wonderful things our mind can portrait,
images that seem so real and are not actually there,
the light you may see shinning upon your soul,
yet a light from the street it is as you pass in front,
the smiling face you see,
yet hiding the dark sins inside the soul,
the sad looking soul,
weeping and making the heavens shed tears,
not knowing is happy with joy thinking of another suicide plan,
we lose contact and lose sight at what is real and what is not,
we can see happiness in front yet not knowing we are hurting ourselves inside,
we can be hurting ourselves not knowing that in a way we might help each other in other forms,
the truthful idea is there,
our eye sight can diseased us from what is real and what is not,
our mind cant create illusions and dreams,
our heart can only warn us
of what or how much can take in