The Human Spirit

The Human Spirit Look into my eyes And you will see Maybe just lies But they can see deep Feel my hands They may not be rough And feel like sand But can return your touch See my ears You may think they are small You may think they do not hear But they listen to things heard and unheard; all Listen to my words You may think they are insane And you may get bored But I make sense even if I scream, wail, and wane Feel my chest You can’t feel the tightness You can’t sense the distress But you can’t see my feeling of righteousness Look at my feet you may walk down any road You may drive any street But you can’t navigate my soul Then look at my whole being You may not think I have merit You may not think I am worth believing And you may not think I have fidelity But for you I will not have contempt And for eternity will I persist To confront the unperceptive For I have the human spirit