Woorden: Browne Jackson. Doctor My Eyes.

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years and the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could - seen the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes - tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?

I have wandered through this world as each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from this dream
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling that it's later than it seems


Doctor, my eyes - tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it's too late for me

Doctor, my eyes cannot see the sky
Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry?