Who knows what I’ll see,
If I looked through your lens.
Maybe I’ll see
That the sun isnt’ bright
Maybe I’ll see,
That your sky is grey, not blue.

Who knows what I’ll hear,
If I listened when you spoke
Maybe I’ll hear,
Yours cries and pains,
Maybe I’ll hear,
That you just want to be heard

Who knows what I’ll feel
If I held you close
Maybe I’ll feel
Your heart bleed,
Maybe I’ll feel
Your tears flow

(c) Chukwudi I.

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