We Could See

I close my eyes to see And what I see, often no words to say And when I'm able to say what I see I speak These words in such a way Paints a mental picture Like a sacred scripture Carved on stones or baked clay All I am trying to do is make sense Of what I observe throughout the day How often have these words been passed down I'm spinning around and around Spinning around and around How would you be If you were me If you could see What I see If you were me But you're not me Or so it seems Till we see Till we see I can see the broken street lamplight Peaking meekly Down the alley I grab my coat Because the night chill Surrounds round about me. What's with the speeding red and blue lights Speeding down the streets like a grim reaper When the light turns on I can even site the sounds I notice the ways of the world Fighting hard to Twisting me Upside down Some may say my observations Are spacely Very necessary To consider wisely The use of every heartbeat How would you be If you were me If you could see What I see If you were me But you're not me Or so it seems Till we see Till we see The agony of forgetting Crucial inspiration I feel so Heedlessness Especially knowing Once I put my mind to do a thing It is only by the will of the God to speak it into being So many shades of faces What to make of the way we occupy the spaces Once I had a dream In that dream a most peculiar scene I held a dish with a citrus Sprouting out large green leaves Here today Gone tomorrow Pain that nobody sees Woe that notices the sorrow They say if I am a righteous man I'll receive my book in the right-hand There I go Drifting off beyond the night sky again There I go Refusing to be blind again There I go going against The grain of lies again In the heavens that's a win In this world You pay the price That's a sin I close my eyes to see And what I see, often no words to say And when I'm able to say what I see I speak These words in such a way Paints a mental picture Like a sacred scripture Carved on stones or baked clay All I am trying to do is make sense Of what I observe throughout the day How often have these words been passed down I'm spinning around and around Spinning around and around How would you be If you were me If you could see What I see If you were me But you're not me Or so it seems Till we see Till we see