Do you see the wide blue eyes?

Do you hear the newborn lamb?

Do you see the way that Jesus walked?

Do you see the way we can’t?



Do you see the stillborn baby?

Do you feel the clenched little fists?

Do you hear the thread of life escaping?

Do you see his unmoving lips?



Do you see the uncried tears?

Do you hear the screams inside?

Do you smell the unspoken fears?

Do you feel the dark things at night?



Do you hear the flames getting higher?

Do you smell the curdling smoke?

Do you see your last escape?

Do you feel the last of your hope?



Do you see your childhood passing?

Do you hear no more the laughs?

Do you feel the rain of the funerals?

Do you feel the breath, your last?


Do you hear it leaving?

Do you smell it fading?

Do you feel it slipping?

Do you see it escaping?

Do you have any innocence left?