it isn’t in the strong wind, ripping up and down, it isn’t in the hard rain, that’s beating on the ground, it isn’t in the blinding sun, waking from the night ,its written in your eyes
it isn’t in the tall fields, all crumbling to dust, it isn’t in your silent cry when you’ve almost had enough, it isn’t what you hope for its isn’t what you find, it’s written in your eyes
it isn’t what you’re made of, it isn’t what you say, it isn’t where you come from ,it isn’t what gain, it isn’t where you end up, it isn’t where you start, it’s how you make your mark
it isn’t in the hard days, digging through the dirt, it isn’t in long years, or sum of all your worth, it isn’t who you follow, it isn’t who you guide, it’s written in your eyes
it isn’t in the low lights , dimming on the land, it isn’t in the rich soil ,running through your hands, it isn’t what you pay for, it isn’t what you’ve lost, it's written in the dust
