Open my eyes to this world,
for when the light comes,
this world will change,
for better or worse,
it will come no matter what.
But for this soul it has come,
light has shown through,
shown through the door of this world,
broken through the walls built,
shown the way to happiness.
And if it should leave again,
the soul will be better,
better then before.
It will not close fully,
there will be a crack,
a place of weakness,
a place of pain,
this world will never be the same,
for the eyes of this soul.
By
Xanton
Leuchte
