After losing an eye
you'd think I'd still cry
why me Lord
this life isn't fair.
As I used to have two
to view sky’s of blue.
Am I being treated
as if God doesn't care?
Feeling sorry for self
putting life itself on a shelf
seemed so easy
as if this should be the norm.
But then came the reminding
that each cloud has it's lining.
A silver one
with a lesson to learn.
Although one was gone
I'd have to move on
with a life
that had plenty of purpose.
You see the sky is still as blue
as when I had two
but now
I can see it's shear beauty.
There are flowers and trees
the birds and the bees
I see them all
with a fresh mind.
It's as if there's new light
with a brand new insight
and appreciate
the beauty in all.
Everything
is beautiful
in
it's own way.
Like the starry summer night,
Like the starry summer night,
or
a snow-covered winter's day.
And everybody's beautiful
And everybody's beautiful
in
their own way.
Under God's heaven,
Under God's heaven,
the
world's gonna find the way.
-thank
you Ray Stevens-
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