George Moshington

Seeing Through These Eyes

George Moshington


i see hope die, seeing through these eyes 
some would say we lived our lives a lie 
another face, another place to hide 
empty souls - no truth to set us free 
as we reflect on what we'll never be 
don't want to believe 
there's nothing inside 
i find myself - between the lines 
it's made of blood 
it's made with heart 
is all we built falling apart? 
never thought of losing all i believed 
deep depression taking hold 
slowly killing me 
i see hope, seeing through these eyes