Sight

I see what you may never understand
I can see far past the mask of your mind
What could it be that that you fear I may find
An endless desert full of shifting sand
You hide, afraid of what others may see
A small, feeble man, waiting in the dark
A large, angry thug, hunting like a shark
You can hide far from them but not from me
What I see is deep down into your soul
A vast sea of spirits, all smudged with coal

By Malken