I Think Your Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

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As I sit inside this echo,
listening to my mind,
I find
things don't ever stay the same,
and I can't take back the time.

Sleep, it isn't coming.
Peace it isn't there,
nor here
Darkness, for me comes running,
as I wrap up inside my fear.

There was a time when nothing mattered,
everything was fine;
In line.
But things don't ever stay the same,
and I can't take back the time.

Stare into my eyes you'll see,
in those windows to my soul;
so cold
a coward borne of misery,
and a man that grows too old.

Things don't ever stay the same,
I can't take back the time
I'm sorry that it is this way, Inside my tortured mind.
I climb.

©~The Snowdog