somewhere tonight, a new kind of sight.

"I'll be your eyes"

Your blue eyed eyes

and I cant sleep so I stay thinking

looking...  seeing all that you show me.

I don't have words for what it is that you are seeing

It hurts to know that this is what he is seeing.

I know that somewhere tonight a real man holds his brave son in his arms and listens to his brave son tell him that he can no longer see.... and the real man says... "I'll be your eyes, dont worry."

and I have no fuckin words... I dont need them... not fuckin here

Somewhere tonight, there is a new kind of sight 

that emerges from a myriad of medicine bags and prayer

That shines out from the body that rests on his fathers shoulder.

That loses words and still can speak.

That kind of hope I never saw until tonight