Different Eyes

Words and Music by Christopher Kent

When I was a boy I sang with a choir
We traveled cross-country and over the seas
In Japan we were a national craze
For a month we were celebrities
Young girls followed us everywhere
We sang on TV and appeared in magazines
When you’re just a boy and you get treated like that
You start to wonder what the heck it means
I was a different boy when I came home
My head was spinning and my heart was full
And though my life went on the same as before
I knew anything was possible

Chorus:
Life is a journey through so many places
Each one holds blessings, though sometimes in disguise
But the greatest gift of all, at the end of every journey
Is to find you see the world through different eyes

When I was a man, I went to St. Petersburg, Russia
After communism took a fall
I saw the price they paid for years of domination
Gilded cathedrals, bullet holes in the walls
A city built by a million hungry peasants
I walked the streets, bought a carving at a fair
I saw the palaces and Czarist treasures
I saw how hope slowly overcomes despair
We stayed with Russian friends who shared with us freely
They opened their hearts with laughter and songs
They made it clear we are in this together
And a patient heart can survive any wrongs

Life is a journey through so many places
Each one holds blessings, though sometimes in disguise
But the greatest gift of all, at the end of every journey
Is to find you see the world through different eyes

I’ve walked across the mouth of South Sea volcanoes
And watched the lava boiling into the sea
I’ve opened my heart at a cafe in Paris
And stood in the shadow of a redwood tree
I’ve breathed in the warm air of tropical jungles
And cold Alaskan air at 15 below
I’ve sailed with good friends over Caribbean waters
And watched children play in Central Park in the snow
I’ve laughed with a stranger in the Swiss Alps at sunset
And run down the cobbled streets of ancient Rome
I’ve come to see everyone here as my family
And the Earth as my home

Life is a journey through so many places
Each one holds blessings, though sometimes in disguise
But the greatest gift of all, at the end of every journey
Is to find you see the world through different eyes

Copyright 2006 by Christopher Kent. All rights reserved.