• In his eyes, I can do no wrong.
    In his eyes, I am innocent.
    In his eyes, I am strong.
    In his eyes, I can do anything.

    In the eyes of my son,
    I see the me that I want to be.
    In his eyes, I am brave.
    In his eyes, my past is non-existent.

    Through my eyes, I am troubled,
    Tormented by a past that I cannot outrun.
    My past haunts me, tries to consume me.
    I am tortured, until I look in his eyes.

    Through my eyes, I see my family.
    Some have become enemies that want me to fail.
    Others, my shining light, my shoulder to cry on.
    These are my strength and hope.

    In his eyes, the world is very different
    Than the world is through my eyes.
    Sometimes I wish the world were that simple.
    His world, where I am perfect.