I see your eyes They're warm, gentle and kind. Sometimes sad, sometimes confined. They bare your soul and bare your kind You needn't speak darling, your eyes have a mind
Every often you drift away Every often you fly away Quietly nursing the bleeding wounds Gently hiding the past's dooms
You suffer in silence You ponder and grieve For no one gets you No one even comes close
They see the facade They see the coherence They're blinded by the charm They're illuded by the appearance
No one cares to know No one bothers to show For all that the world is But a hurting bellow.
You can smile, my darling You can sing, my love For sometimes and only sometimes There is divine intervention from far above.
