"Let There Be Sight" - Lyric Poetry

© Sean N. Zelda
My eyes, they search the world for you
They only try to see clarity
Possibility, and no fear

Because you're like a window that I can't see through
When it rains, it pours, and I miss the view
And the heat is escaping
From the chapel I've been forsaking

Would you trust your faith with the wise man's word
From the scriptures old and dated?
Well these walls were built by my own design
In this city sin created!

And I'm contemplating leaving town
My eyesight's failing like your crown!

Lay me down, lay me down, I can't feel my feet
Tie my tongue, lock my lips, and throw away the key

Would you trust your faith with the wise man's word
From the scriptures old and dated?
Well these walls were built by my own design
In this city sin created!

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