Tired Eyes
Tim Ward
I raised my head from the riverbed and i tasted the air
I built my home of oak and stone and i feasted on the animals and earth
I raised my kids in modern beds and i taught them to take what's theirs
I built this town on god and doubt and science (an economy of fear)
I drained the pond and the woods beyond for dinner, and the river for a song
The more i've got the more i want. i'm blinded…but i'm waking up!
Tired eyes, open wide
Blossom iris into lily white
Tired eyes, open wide
Salty brine - bluest sky
Tired eyes, open wide
Either side - all these veins of light!