The Eye

Does anyone really look into the eye,

Stare at the far reaches of the sky,

Admire the beauty of the night,

Understand beyond the touch, smell, sight.

Look into the depth of the heart,

See their dirt and yet not start,

Feel the pain they hide within,

Accept both the good and the sin,

Believe in the beliefs of those they hold dear,

Whether they’re far or they’re near,

Gauge all that they hide inside,

And still stand tall, as turns the tide,

Their eyes tell you what they can’t say,

It’s all the same to them: night and day,

They look so normal but they’re no longer sane,

Just look into the eyes to feel their pain.