My eyes are windowless frames.
Climb in, my soul wide open.
Being translucent is all too familiar.
The unknown is known.

There is nothing shallow about being broken -
I keepsake the shards of momma’s china.
She lives in the fragmented remains.
Just look into my eyes, my soul wide open.

I am a frame without the picture.
But my worth is more than a thousand words.
Waltz inside my pains
and hear the grandiose screams open these walls.

I prayed to God to be my eyes,
He did not answer. My soul wide open.