What is the product of my tears?
only they are fed by my fears.
i wrap myself in the sheets
whatever is hidden in this silk, beats
what i know lays waiting above
hate, fear, hatred, and love
these i cannot face
but i will bring myself to realize at my own pace
what life is above this shield?
what in my trust do i have to yield?
what lays on this battlefield
i fear pain
i fear tears
i fear life...
help me
take me
away from this calamity
take my hand, i will help you if you help me
although in this life there is more for me to see
you are my wisdom and my eyes
without your hand my life dies.
Help me to see,
help me understand
what secrets live in this one grain of sand
this tis a second
a minute and hour
a day a week
a morning flower
help me see life
uncover me
help me see
you know what my life may hold
the warm days and the cold
my tears and my smile
my laughter and slipping into denial
