their eyes are something magical
they see me in a way i cannot understand
my soul is dirty filled with nasty scars
that i see crystal clear
they aren't there
no matter how hard i try washing them off
or how much soap i use
on a skin that is stained
the dirt forever remains
it's not there
but they see something else
when they look at my dirty soul
they say it from their own tongues
they say they see beauty
then asks what soap i use
oh how it must be magical
to see what they see
oh how they are home
oh how they are the most efficient soap
of them all
after their eyes have seen
and their voice spoken
my soul has remade itself from beautiful silk and i have found peace
from the scars of my soul
beauty is left there
