**Borrowed Eyes** **Verse 1** Hang a picture on a quiet wall, Some will whisper, some won't stop at all. Paint can weigh a thousand pounds, If it lands where memory's found. One sees mercy, one sees blame, One just wonders who signed the frame. The colors never changed their place— Only the stories on each face. **Pre-Chorus** Art can shorten miles to inches, Or build a canyon with one glance. **Chorus** Borrow my eyes—just for a while. Stand where my footsteps used to fall. Every canvas asks a witness, Every witness paints it all. Close the distance. Build the distance. Every heart decides the span. The work is only half completed... Until it's held by human hands. --- **Verse 2** Bodies wrapped in symbols bright, Floodlit stages in the night. Empty shoes or broken stone, Suddenly the loss has grown. Some feel called, some turn away, Some say, "Not another play." A mirror never picks a side— It only shows who's standing by. **Pre-Chorus** Every image lights a fire. Some bring warmth. Some burn the room. **Chorus** Borrow my eyes—just for a while. Stand where my footsteps used to fall. Every canvas asks a witness, Every witness paints it all. Close the distance. Build the distance. Every heart decides the span. The work is only half completed... Until it's held by human hands. --- **Bridge** The painter lifts the lantern. The viewer chooses where to stand. Meaning isn't born in pigment. It awakens hand in hand. Some will leave with open hands. Some with clenched and folded fists. The picture doesn't choose its future... The people looking at it do. --- **Final Chorus** Borrow my eyes—then keep your own. Walk the road and judge the ground. Every work becomes a question When another soul comes 'round. The brush can never force conviction. The frame can't make a conscience move. But every age keeps making windows... To see what love—or fear—will prove.
