behind my eyes
and in my boots
i feel the earth below
familiar colors envelope
these trees I've come to know

a man stands in the forest
he is from a stranger land
he wears no boots, but sandals
he knows no earth, but sand

he finds no comfort in these colors
no relief in the sounds
he's from a stranger land
yet his fire abounds

i look away in shame
searching for some grace
i was always taught
not to look upon his face

the face of struggle
of taint and pain
of woeful perplexity

don't look upon the face of other
i was always told
and if you do, beware
you might just see his soul

or much worse yet
lest you forget ...

you might just see yourself

a house made of crystal
glimmers in the sun
it charms all those
who pass by
a home
made of mud
no one will seek
yet keeps them warm inside

though you came out of me
you really came into me
and filled me up
with your innocent love
never did my emptiness

feel so full.