She walks down the streets The same streets as you or me She looks at fallen faces She looks – and so do we Through ordinary eyes, eyes just like yours and mine Not hard to find So what it is that makes her see While you and I remain blind? She can see, what our hearts refuse to see She can hear, what our minds refuse to hear She can see the unshed teardrop She can hear the unuttered scream She shines on through the darkness Like a healing beam She will try, while we can only sigh She will pray, in a world that's gone astray She will try to reduce the madness She will pray for the strength to try She's a white dove spreading gladness From the sky She can see what she'd like us all to see She can see She can see Why can't we See? Kind words, my son! Mother? You here? But HE'S the one who sees, you know? And then He just points me and pushes me in the right direction