I'm learning how to see again
When I look through my child's eyes
I hold my child close to me
He is mesmerized by the world around him
Each sight is a wonder, each movement full of awe
He is my lens, as I now see what I thought I saw
I'm learning how to see again
The grass is greener than it's ever been
A fluttering bird, the dripping rain
Sunlight upon me, will never be the same
For all's full of wonder
There is no commonplace
Every scene is a marvel
As I consider my child's face
I can see a new world
Once simple, now great joy
All when I look
Through the eyes of my boy
I'm learning how to see again
I'm soaking it all in
Nothing is taken for granted now
I see the world through him
When I look through my child's eyes
I hold my child close to me
He is mesmerized by the world around him
Each sight is a wonder, each movement full of awe
He is my lens, as I now see what I thought I saw
I'm learning how to see again
The grass is greener than it's ever been
A fluttering bird, the dripping rain
Sunlight upon me, will never be the same
For all's full of wonder
There is no commonplace
Every scene is a marvel
As I consider my child's face
I can see a new world
Once simple, now great joy
All when I look
Through the eyes of my boy
I'm learning how to see again
I'm soaking it all in
Nothing is taken for granted now
I see the world through him
Ben Arkell
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010
