He looks at me, delighted, excited
His eyes are a glistening red
I look back, fearful, slighted
And hold on tight to my head

His voice is loud
It's unbearably silent
I'm always lost in the crowd
Of his painful, savage repent

Here I am, lost in the echoes
Of his always present being
I shut the eyes that refuse to close
To hide what I'm not seeing

I spread my arms to embrace the light
That color I cannot perceive
And hope, that with all my might
It's still alright to believe