I have seen

Airplanes writing in the sky

Poetry

The kind that can be written only when that high

I have seen an anthill that's a mountain range

And I know that all the world is new and strange

Through Nierika's eyes

Oh, through Nierika's eyes

I have seen

Colors trailing from the tails of stars

And I've fed

Creatures that have proven there is life on Mars

I have held the boney crushing hand at bay

And I know that all the world could feel this way

Through Nierika's eyes

Oh, through Nierika's eyes