In the wood near a blu lake,
Live a creature no one could mistake.
The four legged beast, that hide under the night,
And howls in pain for hours, until the first light.
His teeth could tear animal apart,
And his paws could lacerate the hearths.
His fur is white like the snow,
But his eyes are red as blood.
But don't worry little child,
When you'll be lost in the woods,
Ask for his help, gentle eyes will come,
But be fast, his body will fastly be gone.
Run after him, he'll show you the way,
Where all the sickness of the world,
Where all the pain and torture of existence,
Are all bad dreams that ceased to exist.
Gentle eyes will watch you,
Just greet him, and tell him thanks,
He'll be gone in no time,
But you'll remember for life.
All people saw different things,
But gentle eyes will always be there,
To let the young and innocent Children,
Found what'll soothe their illness.
One night a man lost the way,
Gentle eyes found him,
And in those pupils, the man,
Saw the reflection of himself.
Under a deep growl, the mind of the man,
Started to talk: "Look at those eyes,
The pain didn't make them harsh,
The pain made them gentle".
