I lost my glasses in the night
Without them I can’t see
I asked the angels where they were
But they wouldn’t tell me
Thankfully I have a spare pair

So this morning I thought about all the things I can’t see
I asked the angels are there things that if I saw them I would be more me
And then I heard them
you can see more now in isolation than you’ve ever seen
In the fires of injustice
you’re asking and we are answering it’s not your glasses that are missing it’s your sight and how you see

Seeing the truth of all things
Of who you are and how you love
And where you’re blind
and where you are burnt
That’s what sets you free