To see what lies outside our minds

Into the eye we dive

To explore that which we do not know,

To keep the soul alive.

But when the eye is clouded

With a pain so great

The gateway becomes clouded too

And the mind is full of hate.

When the hurt becomes so much,

The pain itself so great

The crimson fluid, blood of man,

Seeps into the gate

The gate of man's exploration

His connection with the land

Becomes so clouded from the pain

Too much for them to stand.

The blindness of the greatest pain,

And the things that it can hide,

And the one and greatest symbol of

Man's own bleeding eye.