The view from a mountain top is something to see.
It’s a wonder of nature and special to me;
The same in a valley or down by the sea.
I’ve seen the beauty out there; I’ve seen it everywhere,
Like a winter sunset or a summer sunrise;
And it seems there’s nothing to compare
With a dusty red desert, and its flaming orange skies;
Except what I see with my inside eyes.
I’ve watched you grow and seen you glow,
From a baby in my arms to a woman with all her charms.
And of your beauty; ‘tis a beauty rare.
With skin soft, gentle and fair,
And most times I just have to stare.
But I see more,
When I see,
My inside eyes.
I see feelings never felt, like a card that’s never dealt.
I see my soul in all its glory about to tell its story.
The power and the peace, the beauty and the bliss;
This love that resides,
With my inside eyes.
You are a treasure, a delight, and a pleasure;
With so much love, it’s hard to measure.
Like a bird singing, a baby giggling, and lovers kissing.
The sun through the rain, the moon on the sea;
When you be with me.
I see so much love when I look at you,
But it’s not the same; it’s not the view,
When I look inside at all that’s new.
It’s hard to explain, and it’s hard to complain.
I’m blessed; like seeing thunder and the world under.
My inside eyes have wandered through and seen the Wonder;
Hidden beneath the love that’s real, a love surreal.
An oasis of enlightened souls with auras glowing,
Drifting weightless with wisdom and knowing;
Mindless and uninhibited without desires.
All this I see, with my inside eyes.
I see all this, and of this I’m very fond.
I see all this,
I see beyond.