What do you see?
You look at me through the clouds in the sky
And what do you see?
Do you see the child that smiles and laughs with joy?
Or the kid that cries with the sorrow of the world?
Do you see the pain, the heartbreak of everyday?
Or the glee that seeps from my every pore?
Do you see the love, the content for everyday?
Or the confusion, the hate, despair of the world?
Which image, which person can you see of me?
Which life do I live inside you?
Every child, every adult, every life sees different
The views share little resemblance.
But when there is so much to see
What is seen by YOU?
Sam Rowe February 2001