These eyes are my eyes.
These eyes have seen good
and they've seen bad.
And although they resemble the mud at the bottom of an ugly pond,
they can see past the lies.
My eyes have seen suffering, pain, loss.
Yet seem triumph, bliss, love.
These eyes aren't quick to judge,
they have understanding.
They have a slight smile in them,
yet been through a sand storm of struggle.
These eyes will stay with me for years.
These eyes will stay with me longer than most.
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