They saw all
The blinds to the windows of their souls were always up
They saw when we went and when we stayed
Some days we walked around slightly afraid
They saw all
Around they roamed and went about their day
They saw everything we did or didn't do
Many days we were filled with rue
They saw all
It was kind of like prison and home all in the same
Held back from knowing freedom and space
They oftentimes showed little grace
They saw all
Was it paranoia or just some kind of fear
This was really no way to live abundantly
They knew more than they should redundantly
They saw all
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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