Look at my eyes,
So tearful, so bright!You see a world in them, as you have never seen before.
This world; you like it, but you won’t adore.
‘Coz its full of things you love to hate,
Call it, what I deserve or simply my disgraceful fate.
To be born in a place where love is the only thing;
The thing which we eat, the thing which we sing;
You will find enough love in my place,
(Rather more than the bare neccessities, just look at my face!)
But I don’t complain, I don’t have to, I don’t want to,
I have my bright stars, I have my sky, so blue.
I love my clouds, my birds, my flowers,my trees,
My air that reminds me of my life and frees
me from the cobwebs of sorrow and despair.
And takes me to a world where I care
for nothing other than me,mine and myself.
And that is the world, you see for yourself,
In my eyes
So tearful so bright…
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