My eyes were deafened by the sound
my ears were blinded by the sight
standing in heaven
feeling it like hell
Close my eyes, so I can see
the way I’m heading in
no longer waiting for the day
that’ll never come
Don’t regret a thing;
are you the one
to paint the pictures
from inside my head?
Don’t shoot for the moon
for I know I can only find myself
among the stars at large
© steve sniukas