They say that the eyes,
Are like a window into one's soul.
When I saw,
Her eyes,
Her beautiful, brown eyes,
I immedietly became lost in them.
And when she looked back at my eyes,
She found a soul,
A purpose to live,
That wasn't there before.
Her eyes were warm, friendly,
Happy and inviting,
Yet wild, insane,
And longing for freedom.
I filled myself with alienated feelings,
And this all happened, from just peeking into her soul.
When I got home that day,
I looked at myslef in the mirror,
I was looking at my own eyes,
And noticed how different they were.
These new eyes were lighter, brighter,
They were as if they did not belong to me,
And I knew that from that point on,
My life would be forever changed.
I noticed things that I wasn't able to before,
I could see how others felt, see what they were thinking,
I was able to see how great everything was for what it was,
But most of all, I could look at her, and see her beauty, grace, and sheer briliance.
Those eyes,
Gave me the answers to questions that I've asked all my life,
They showed me that there were people that really did care for me,
They showed me that God was there to help.
Those eyes made her so happy,
And me along with her.
But one day, I lost those eyes.
The eyes that showed me what life was like outside of hell,
And I saw that she was gone, taken away from me,
And my soul pained.
My eyes watched in horror as she walked away,
They became stone black once more,
And slowly everything I used to see became lost,
Faded away inside the black.
In an instant, everything I've come to know changed for the better,
And in the next, everything changed back to the way it was.
Now, I wonder aimlessly,
Searching for someone to cheer,
For someone to peek into,
For someone to "see" me again.
Every day, I become more and more saddened,
Every day, more and more alone,
My eyes become more and more black,
And my soul retracts more.
So now, I sit here, begging and pleading to see,
Won't someone please take a good look inside of me?
Are like a window into one's soul.
When I saw,
Her eyes,
Her beautiful, brown eyes,
I immedietly became lost in them.
And when she looked back at my eyes,
She found a soul,
A purpose to live,
That wasn't there before.
Her eyes were warm, friendly,
Happy and inviting,
Yet wild, insane,
And longing for freedom.
I filled myself with alienated feelings,
And this all happened, from just peeking into her soul.
When I got home that day,
I looked at myslef in the mirror,
I was looking at my own eyes,
And noticed how different they were.
These new eyes were lighter, brighter,
They were as if they did not belong to me,
And I knew that from that point on,
My life would be forever changed.
I noticed things that I wasn't able to before,
I could see how others felt, see what they were thinking,
I was able to see how great everything was for what it was,
But most of all, I could look at her, and see her beauty, grace, and sheer briliance.
Those eyes,
Gave me the answers to questions that I've asked all my life,
They showed me that there were people that really did care for me,
They showed me that God was there to help.
Those eyes made her so happy,
And me along with her.
But one day, I lost those eyes.
The eyes that showed me what life was like outside of hell,
And I saw that she was gone, taken away from me,
And my soul pained.
My eyes watched in horror as she walked away,
They became stone black once more,
And slowly everything I used to see became lost,
Faded away inside the black.
In an instant, everything I've come to know changed for the better,
And in the next, everything changed back to the way it was.
Now, I wonder aimlessly,
Searching for someone to cheer,
For someone to peek into,
For someone to "see" me again.
Every day, I become more and more saddened,
Every day, more and more alone,
My eyes become more and more black,
And my soul retracts more.
So now, I sit here, begging and pleading to see,
Won't someone please take a good look inside of me?
