Hear, See, Do.

Stop up my ears

With drunkards used corks

So I may hear no evil.

Gouge my hungry eyes

That I may see no evil.

Bind my hands together

With the lashings of my acts

That I may do no evil.

This is what I deserve

And much worse

But to curse

Was never your intent.

You open my ears

And sing with wind as your accordion

Play the branches as your harp

That I may hear hope.

You open my eyes

You hold my gaze

When I stare into clear skies

That I may see beauty.

Cut my binds free

And tie them to yourself

That this man of clay

Who ought to decay

May know freedom.

I am but the dribble of paint

Animated into something that can smile.

– Vagabond Prophet