They draw their lines like fences in the sand,
Build their truths with trembling hands.
Eyes like shutters, closed to the light,
Afraid the dawn might steal the night.
I was born with windows wide,
A soul that won’t be calcified.
I see the world not as a cage,
A canvas for creation, not a stage.
I see it all through a different lens,
Where love unarms what fear defends.
Where silence speaks and stillness mends,
And letting go is where life begins.
They brace for storms, I breathe the wind.
I just see it through a different lens.
They hold their hearts like fragile glass,
Counting futures, fearing pasts.
I’ve walked barefoot through the flame,
And I’m still here, never the same.
I don’t need shields or perfect plans,
Just open eyes and open hands.
I’ve learned the dark can birth the stars,
And every scar rewrites who we are.
I see it all through a different lens,
Where love unarms what fear defends.
Where silence speaks and stillness mends,
And letting go is where life begins.
They brace for storms, I breathe the wind.
I just see it through a different lens.