The blind one

I wish you could see what I see Landmines decorate with sweet intentions Glass for bandages I wish you could see what I see Every child screams The Nightmares of cutting out your own darkness We no longer imitate who we are but what we once were I wish you could see what I see... Her eyes were ripped out of her head and put in jars with locks on them Though she holds the keys she still whispers with tears.