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Won't you open your pretty eyes and see?
As our world disintegrates around us,
Empires falling, buildings being demolished.
Our memories, our peace.
Cascading with the rubble.
Open your eyes, those pretty eyes,
Those eyes that know no hurt, no pain.
Those innocent eyes that know nothing
Of the fears that plague our people.
Yes, they are ours.
You are mine, I am yours.
Just as those people are ours.
Still, your eyes remain shut,
Screwed up in disbelief.
Won't you take a glimpse of this world,
The world you claim to be your Garden?
Here, take my hand,
As you open your eyes a crack
And let a sliver of reality peek through.
What do you see?
Fire, blood and anguish?
What do I see?
I see tomorrow.