It was written on the wall
It was plain to see,
The things that were said
Where not looked upon,
Scribed,
Chiselled,
Etched,
But not seen by all,
It was plain to see, before the eyes
But we were
Blind
Sightless
Visionless
On what we needed to observe, but couldn't
Read, decipher
The writing is there, so preserve it
Or all that will be left is what was written
But we never looked upon, what was always there.