They say that eyes are the windows to the soul,
If I see heaven in yours,
Does that mean hell is at home in mine?
Souls reflected by our tired eyes,
Long lies,
And weary smiles,
Can we really withstand the wiles of life?
Behind these tired eyes and weary smiles,
Is a soul,
Damaged beyond repair
Broken in pieces
Too hurt to even care.
Behind your bright eyes and warm smiles,
Is a soul,
Healed in full
Bound by love
Embracing everything.
I guess you could say
Our differences are huge
Too big to compare
Our thoughts too complex to share
But to me,
Your eyes mean the world.
