The eye is mine, as you can see. 

Or if you can't, then you're as me.

A single eye thats blind to all, 

'cept ceaseless fears, to these I crawl.

A broken wing, one that won't heal

Abandoned dreams, on these I kneel.

One who cannot know who I am,

Sees a broken haunted lamb,

Who sees too much for any one child,

A servant of her pain so wild.

How can I seem to cause so much?

There's only certain things I touch.

My broken heart, one that won't heal,

Yet another dashed upon the field. 

This field so different from the rest, 

       A rising trough,

                   A sinking crest. 

Nothing as it should be now,

Within the eye, the storm just howls.

My mother cries, my father wails,

And I am hidden with the tales, 

Of things I know, I should not know, 

Of things I regret, the things I've sown. 

    My heart leaves trails, 

             My tears are breaking, 

And you see the smile I'm faking. 

No you may never understand, 

       The things I feel,

              No human can.