In The Eyes Of Me

My focus, my vision
to what I see
cant possibly be driven
by the likes of me

I see my past
so clear as day
I cant but wonder
or what cant I say

all my life
is in front of me
waiting to be opened
and it wants to be free

diving through
the eyes I have
wants to be washed
and it cant all be bad

I see the things
that mean so much
and when they are gone
I no longer see such

seeing life
or of what I can see
cannot be driven
by the likes of me