blinded.

she watches the skies.
anxious, waiting,
ready to go be with the one who made her.

some days the pain pierces her heart
each day a little more dies
she's just waiting for the day when there will be no more tearful goodbyes.

all through the night she cries
does anyone hear her?

if they could just see through all the lies..


they'd see the beauty in her bright eyes.
no more tears..
healed scars.

lets break through these man-made chains and bars.

[Lord, open our eyes.]

xoxo
lizzie.