How I Wish You Could See What I See
How I Wish You Could See What I See2 mins 2 2 mins 2
I know you.
I know that sometimes when you look in the mirror, you don't like what you see.
Sometimes that shirt doesn't go with those jeans.
Sometimes, that smile doesn't go with those teeth.
I see you.
I see your eyes go dim as you take in the picture the mirror shows you.
Your eyes go dim as you notice every flaw of which you never knew, until that moment.
Your eyes go dim as you think of the changes that are due.
I hear you.
I hear you weep as you see yourself in another's figure.
You weep as you wish change was as simple as pulling a trigger.
You weep as you crave for confidence just a tad bit bigger.
I feel you.
I feel your chest caving into a tunneling cavity.
I feel your mind succumbing to your demons and their gravity.
I feel your hands trembling, your leg bouncing incessantly.
Don't you worry.
I won't turn your gaze away.
I won't straighten your teeth.
I won't rest my hand on your knee to stop your shaking feet.
I will let you know on your own; see on your own.
I will let you hear on your own; feel on your own.
But I will tell you this.
When I look at you, sitting there, listening carefully to what I have to say, I see a person with dreams.
When I look at you, watching me stand here and speak, I see a person with endless possibilities.
I see a person with a story.
I see a person with glory.
I see you for who you are while you see yourself for who you could be.
Oh, how I wish, you could just see what I see.
How I wish you could see what I see.