I can hear the willow tree cry in the night,
I can feel the moon shining bright,
I can hear tears of the once loved,
I can feel God watching from above.

I can hear kids dreaming deep in sleep,
I can feel the sadness as some weep,
I can hear the hopes fallen to the ground,
I can feel the tears that make no sound.

I can see the waves at the sea,
I can see the way she loves he,
I can see the way the flower dies,
I can see the way the hopeless cry.

I can see all, I can hear all, I can feel all,
but not all can say the same as me,
because not everyone looks,
For what’s not easily seen.