These eyes have seen fire,
These eyes have seen pain,
Thes eyes have seen things one will never see again.
These wrists have felt hurt,
These wrists have bled,
These wrists keep me alive, but inside I'm dead.
These ears have heard terrors,
These ears have ignored shame,
These ears heard death whisper the family name.
These feet have been burdened,
These feet have trembled for days,
These feet tend to run to those who never truly stays.

But in the midst of it all,
These eyes look to the father,
These wrists has his blood in it's veins
These ears still hears his word,
And these feet walk according to his name.

~ Tremar Ivey ~