The real cause

You probably don't know
That you stand so tall before my eyes,
That you are a beacon, shinning so bright.
You might think it's your voice,
Heard above the road so load,
What caught my glare and sprung my ears,

Seeking it. I tell you no, it wasn't so,
Your words, mere shadows are
Of what lies yonder,
Beyond the eyes,
Beyond the ears,
Where your mysteries are stored.