Specks On The Microscope
I hear the screaming of your voices,
by Sandra jacks
i see the tears in all your eyes,
i can't help but think about the noises,
why do you feel that way inside.
But theres a gland of hope somewhere,
a speck you can only see with a microscope,
it may even take two layers,
to see the dot within the lens.
It has to be out there somewhere,
and i know it's always been there,
we depend on it daily,
but it's just hidden deep inside.
I know the picture isn't perfect,
but on the graphics I'll perfect it,
I know you'll never neglect it,
so you can keep it all the time.