What do You See?...

So much i observe,
    so little i know...
The line between
    what i want and believe
continues to fade
     and sometimes grow
Gaze as if i were a child
     who sees for the first time
how far there is yet to go
     and what has been left behind

Crying woe is me,
     here is me,
what do you see,
     would you tell me?
Carry me to a place to be,
     where i might be free to truly see...

And then there is my family,
     who thinks they know what they see
All their caring
     cannot change my thoughts,
that come unasked
     as though from outside of me
Sometimes i ignore them, 
     but they are always on my mind
goes back to what i once had
     and what has been left behind...

Crying woe is me,
     here is me,
what do you see,
     would you tell me?
Carry me to a place to be,
     where i might be free to truly see...

And i've been loved before,
     but will i ever again?
So hard to believe it happened at all
     when at times i feel too weak to stand
Perhaps it is the mother instinct,
     maybe it's wearing my heart upon my sleeve
But i just have to keep on praying
     in gods unseen one must believe...