The eyes which see, see not the pain

The eyes of me which see my bane

Oh eyes that see suffering profound

The sights of terrors that abound.

Oh eyes of mine that bear the weight

Of horrors no one can sedate

These eyes have seen the birth of man

And reckless hearts none understand.

These eyes have seen the end of all

From whence we rose and hence we fall

These eyes once shut shall not awake

For if they should this mind may break.

My eyes have seen atrocities

The foible and calamities

Yet they too have seen the ocean blue

And life as it has sprung anew.

Of all these things which I’ve perceived

Beyond the scope most can conceive

But one holds worse of all these things

The song of death as demons sing.

These tired eyes are dry and red

And yearn to plea for all the dead

Though tired eyes they burn and close

I hope these words are not disposed.

For listen now and listen clear

The times drags on year after year

And all we know and love will die

Forever closing tired eyes.