Opening Your Eyes

You look, you turn. You twist, you burn. You never know, what you do can return. It hurt, it sting, you feel the pain. Oh never me, I follow you and than scream. It sounds confusing but when I hear your name. I feel your spirit through the air and through the phrase. Twist and turn and still no face. Is it how you live and how you prise. Or is it me falling deeper in your name. They talk me out but I talk you in. I steady keep calling you for more and the devil still try to re frame. The meaning of life, the meaning of hope, the meaning you. You do so much for me and I do none for you. Is it me or is it you. The angels call from above, come upon you. I get on my knees and call on you. You say opening your eyes and the blessing is for you.