little did I know the meaning of her words
I only felt the things that my eyes could see.

never did I hear the pain or taste the salty tears
I lost her in the traffic of wasted, chaotic years.

time never stopped its driving pace, and I too tagged along,
til one day I stopped seeing things the way I knew was wrong.

I closed my eyes to precepts, taught by worldly ways,
began to feel the real things that I'd walked past all my days.

now not in darkness do I travail,
but rather in the light.

life is for the first time, more...
than seeing...it's the sight.

Real nice

This is my favorite one so far!