i’ve seen the Sun,
i’ve seen the darting guns,
i’ve seen the melting ways,
and i’ve seen the roaring waves.

i’ve seen what i’ve built,
crumbling before the very eyes.
and i’ve seen intricate details,
gone unnoticed before oblivious minds.

i’ve seen grown men cry,
and i’ve seen them bare their souls, the men with the heart of stone.

i’ve seen children laughing,
and i’ve seen them in pain.
i’ve seen their faces filled with promising lights,
and i’ve seen the darkness that filled their eyes.

i’ve seen more than i hoped for,
i’ve seen more than i wished.

i’ve been places where souls achieve bliss,
but it’s only the soft cushion of mother’s lap that i miss.