Treasure Island

Airda Jones

(Sept.17,1988 / US)

Perspective


My vision was blurry
Anger was all it took
But through your perspective
I got another look

In your eyes I was
Always more than enough
It wasn't always life or death
And you never made it that tough

My anger and hate
Blew over like air
When you showed me that
Undying faith in me in your stare

And through you I could
See the world an entirely new way
That could make me appreciate
Being alive on this day

I now have found
My eyes which can see
All the beauty and wonder
When you are looking at me.

Submitted: Friday, August 08, 2008

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