Looking up I saw the tent
Of blue and gold amidst the white
And in that movement of my neck
I began a different sight.
I did not know that you could see
In diff’rent ways beyond your eyes
And with that single lifting head
I could fin’lly see the skies.
Some lights are bright
some lights are small
Some giants big
And big ones do fall.
Some days are quiet
Some days are loud
Some times there’s stillness
Even in the crowd.
But hearts are where what matters most
fights for life inside the walls
and all about is other things
that we don’t need at all.