Oh, the sights I see

On the mountain top I climb-

Where cities are the size of speckles

And roads are a mere thin line.

Oh the sights I see

On the edge of the world, the shore-

Where the sky goes on for days

And the ocean for even more.

Oh the sights I see

On a never ending plain-

Where windmills cut the air

And each direction seems the same.

Oh the sights I see

On a swamp’s dock I walk-

Where crocs slither silent

And the stillness never stops.

Oh the sights I can see

When I move both near and far

Fill my cup- my soul- my spirit

When the world’s tearing me apart.

Oh the sights I can see-

When all I must do is seek-

Gives me the strength I need

When I’m left feeling weak.