How different our lives become
We strive and strive to be the one
To bring revival, to see the change
Our eyes are opened and we see the world

We see the world in the downtown street kids
We see with different eyes the ones we used to shun
We see the world in autistic faces
We see them different now, as children of God

Our eyes were opened to only reveal
The college students we are, lost and afraid
The humble beginnings we all have made
We try to attain this resounding cry
To make it, to make it, we live, we die

Sudan, Africa, the black faces say it
London, the UK, our eyes are open
Sao Paulo, Brazil, the last shall be first
Middle of nowhere, USA, we all will be there

So the journey just begun we can't stop right now
The revival just starting
The fire's flames now engulfing
The last of the enemy's old glances
The last of our dead-old-self's chances
Oh, we are new, oh we are new
Open eyes are a new thing to behold


(so not my best poetry, but the important thing is that i am writing. if i don't write something, i fear i will lose the ability completely.)