Thoughts rattled around
In my own mind
Seeking a truth
My eyes could not see
In my own mind
Seeking a truth
My eyes could not see
Clouded lenses
Light obscured
I close them
Clouded lenses
Light obscured
I close them
It occurs to me… Sometimes
The best way to see ourselves
Is to hand our vision to someone else
And let them tell us what they see
Now, joy and smiles
Such beautiful smiles
Even for the Americans
Once enemies, welcomed now as friends