It is said that the eyes are the window to your soul
That in a person’s eyes burns the light of life
When my eye dies, will my soul have perished and my life light be extinguished?
The gift of sight is truly that, a gift
To look upon those that you love
To watch your children grow
And see the beauty of the world that surrounds us
I am afraid of the dark
Not of the blackness itself
But of missing all of the things ahead of me
I will never be completely blind, for only my sight will have gone
I will still be here, only with a different perspective to you all
I do not need vision to live
Just a vision of life.
Written by James Goldsworthy.
copyright reserved 2008.