Sight Seer

I see the potential

That's been my problem

with past loves

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I see all they could be

beyond their flesh

beyond their mind

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I see the spirit inside

The light to which they're blind

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I see who they are

underneath their chain mail scars

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I hear the signature symphony

of their beating heart

born of the stars

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I feel the love that breathes

through their bones

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The love that has yet

to fully unfold

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Being a sight seer

has it's burdens

in a world that's blind

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Seeing the light

shrouded in the dark

in a endless game of hide and seek

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Children hiding

lost wanting to be found

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Silent hiding

interrupted by the laughter of play

Running towards home base

the chasers meet the meek

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I want to light up the world

like fireworks light up the night

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But the fire that ignites the soul

burns the ego's pride

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It sears the shell of scar tissue

that has mangled our souls

from a lifetime of societal conditioning

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I see things differently

because I once saw them

through the murky lens of the masses

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Once I broke through that lens

I dove through the telescope

of the universe's eyes

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I see the potential

of each soul

enslaved in society

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I have faith someday soon

I won't be the only pyro-soul

lighting up the world with my fire