Foolish One

I use to look to you for guidance
looked for your helping hand
washed away the blood
that you spilled onto us this day

I'd turn a blind eye
tell myself it was all okay
that it was normal,
and not of the obscene.

Untill my eye's were open
this bluntness I had never had
it made me see where it all lay
and I was further from where I began.

Strange things start to happen,
when your eye's are open wide
it's all unreal,
how much I've been so blind.

So now I see true color,
where I thought was black and white
and now there smiling faces
make it all worth this day.

So continue to prance and shout
as though you think you've won
but on this day I realize
I was the foolish one.