"New Eyes"
(Intro – spoken softly over a single piano key, then fingerpicked guitar)
They say your village is not the whole world.
Your pain is not the only story.
Your empty bucket… is not the only bucket waiting.
So before you tell me you have nothing left—
Come with me Blakk Pot
(Guitar swells gently)
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(Verse 1)
I thought my village was the whole wide world
I thought my pain was the only flag unfurled
I held my empty bucket like a crown of thorns
Never knowing what gets planted when a heart is torn
(Pre-chorus)
Then I saw a boy who walks five miles for mud and sand
Laughing like he found a river in his hand
And a woman with no roof who still drops seeds in dirt
While I was crying over shirts that had a single hurt
(Chorus)
So take me traveling till my small world breaks
Show me hands that build from their own earthquakes
I don't want pictures of the wounds I see
I want to hold a shovel till your scars look new to me
Let me come back home with different eyes
The kind that know my little death is not your goodbyes
(Verse 2)
Someone survives on less than what I throw away
Someone rebuilds with fingers I call broken anyway
Someone smiles with every reason I once used to quit
And I'm the one who thought my empty bucket was legit
Blakk Pot says so
(Pre-chorus)
Don't just visit like a ghost with a camera in its hand
Don't collect the tears of strangers just to help you understand
Put your back beside a shovel—ask the heavy how to bend
Because leaving changes villages, but coming back? That mends
(Chorus)
Take me traveling till my small world breaks
Show me hands that build from their own earthquakes
I don't want pictures of the wounds I see
I want to hold a shovel till your scars look new to me
Let me come back home with different eyes
The kind that know my little death is not your goodbyes
(Bridge – torchy and slow)
The one who never leaves? They never grow.
The one who only takes? They'll never know
How healing looks like kneeling in someone else's dust
And finding out your bucket wasn't empty—it just never learned to trust
(Outro – spoken-sung, like a match flaring)
So travel.
And see.
Not to run.
To return.
With new eyes to stay.
Blakk Pot to the world
(Single piano note. Hold. Fade.)