They say that your eyes are more than they seem,
That your eyes are the door to the world,
But what if that door started to close?

They say that realisation is beautiful,
That knowing the truth is good,
Then why is it so hard?
What could I have done to deserve this?

They say that tears are good,
They make room for happiness,
I used to believe them,
I now know that they were lying.

My sight is leaving me fast,
Its eager to get away,
I guess this is goodbye,
The door is shut.

She was born with closed eyes but she still saw the light.
As she held onto her mother’s hand,
Holding on for dear life.

This girl,
She was a determined dreamer.
Her open eyes were the window to her world,
They spoke the words her mouth would not,
The door to her emotions is what they were.

But one day the curtains to her precious eyes slowly started to shut.
She no longer saw the light.
They didn’t speak the words her mouth was too scared to say.

The door to her emotions was locked.

She reached out for her worrying mother’s hand,
Holding on for dear life.
All she wanted was to see the light again.
It was the one thing she could not.
Her mother told her…

“Your eyes don’t give you happiness or sight,
Somebody without eyes could be happier with sight.
But you have a choice!”
But the girl shot back
“You can’t choose happiness or sadness,
You can’t choose to see the light or the dark!”

“I don’t want to see something that’s not there!”

All her mother said was..
“Your eyes can speak a thousand words,
Open them,
You’ll be surprised”

So one day the curtains to her eyes slowly started to open.
She started to see the light again.
They started speaking the words her mouth would not.
The key to her locked eyes was finally found.
All she had to do was believe.
Believe and realise all she ever wanted was right there.

All she had to do was look.

Daylight took over,
Like the tide of the sea,
When my eyelids have opened,
There is no struggle for me,
My vigilance is a guide to my life,
The door to my life.


The eyes are my guide,
My visual conscience,
When they are concerned,
Upset or happy it’s open for the world to see,
The door to my emotions,
The lock or the key.

As you grow older you start to see,
Not everything is all happy,
A toll of reality,
That the world is not pure,
The door to the soul,
A growing pain we endure.

One day there was nothing left for me to see,
My friend the eye deserted me,
A door opened,
A door to be in another world,
A door to be free.