Sight, seeing the raindrops flow down the window,
Making sure everythings seen to,
Laugh as you watch your sisters dance,
Watching time pass is hard,
Watching people you love die,
But you can't do anything,
Just watch, and cry.
Sight is a curse and a blessing,
Both to be profound,
Sometimes you take advantage,
Of the beauty you surround,
The sun, the rain, the wind,
Un-seen things never to be seen,
You see the way life used to be,
And dance among us, free,
Looking, watching over us,
Our eyes take in more than life could bear to.
