Through My Eyes

Borne of Blood, and borne of bone
Borne of fire, it takes me home
Half a blessing, yet half a curse
Haunted visions, yet a freeing sight

To feel as they feel
To see as they see
To do as they do
To know as they know
To bleed as they bleed
To die as they die

I feel the sting, I feel the wound
I hear the music, my mind in tune

The sight it comes, the sight it goes
The sight it binds, the sight that chose

Yours, yet theirs
Theirs, yet yours
Sometimes Blessed
Sometimes Cursed.

Through My Eyes