Everyone loves girls with pretty eyes.
Cause they're blue,
green, brown, or hazel eyes.
Cause their lashes reach the skies,
oh those beautiful eyes.
That's what he sees when he looks in her eyes,
he sees the reflection of the sky weather it's day or night.
He sees the moon and the stars.
He was so overwhelmed with the beauty, that he never asked.
How did you get such beautiful eyes?
Her eyes aren't just from the genes passed down through the generations,
but from the tears she has shed.
Sure she got the color from her mother's trait.
But that ability to reflect,
To paint a portrait of a better place, they aren't from the children's books that were left unread,
but from her hoping for the best.
Those eyes,
don't only show pretty night skies, they show fear and regret.
Those pretty eyes show the stories you have never read.
