Sensing A Sunrise, Ft. Spekz.
Verse 1 - Po'.
Verse 2 - Spekz.
A Beautiful Sight.
Lying in bed, six in the mourning, its time, see..
The beautiful sunrise, will once again..
........................................shine upon me..
Never in my life, have I seen such a view..
Various colors, orange! and purple..
...................................Together with blue..
I live for today, and this mourning, I live in a way..
Of happiness, joy! my eyes gleam from the rays..
Born, not handicap, more healthy than others..
I try to be kind, and do the deed..
..............................Of helping with others..
People are free, and some people cant read..
Most people enjoy the sunrise..
.......................But some people cant see..
Its really a tragedy, it slightly gave a fright..
As we all know, sunrise and sunset..
..............................Resembles day and night..
Another day, another sight, lights another lake..
But this is something no painting can ever make..
Im grateful, for this site alone, I slowly pace..
Thinking what if, as a tear drips down my face..
Its six P.M now, I can do all sorts of things..
I’ll go to bed in a bit
.................And wait for what tomorrow brings..
Before I go, I notice everything starts to blend..
Than decide to go to bed..
.......................The sun will soon be up again..
Passion Within.
Awake to an infinite darkness no images skip across the eye
blind from birth seeing no cure still feeling a new day..
.................................................. .......a new warmth in the sky
no regrets for the sensation i get is a heavenly silhouette on my skin
tingle from deep within sight can wear thin..
.................................................. .........while my sense is everlastin
sunrise? days passion, a clutter of warming currents endure my soul
not seeing its beauty?shadows illuminated from senses make me whole
wake-up early each day rising with the warthm in a satisfied phase
being blind pays?when the sun rises & ur fulfilled with affectionate rays
show no sympathy for my disability refusing to let me see
for my body senses what the seeing underestimate..
.................................an intense feeling that is trully lovely
beautiful mastpiece of art is composed of what i sense is mine
sketched in my mind locked tight a imaginary impression of whats inside
dawn comes everday awaiting apon the lawn is were i always lay
mind preparing for the suns arrival..birds begin to sing..
.................................................. ...............as the sunrise portrays
physical images may escape me, colors may do the same
but do not show signs of pity.......................
for i feel a tame breeze,sounds of nature,still knowin wat the night became
life i do try an adore,being blind makes it hard to give more
living in the dark makes night peaceful.......
.................................................. ......but the sunrise is what i live for
an veryday,upon my window sill,I wonder how it feels to have it all reveal
As I wish I could see clear,but this is something contacts will never heal
