looking eyes

the window to my eyes is my soul.

look at me, what do you see,

is it, pain, hurt or desert

in my eyes, you can see the tears inside,

with the aconning that often hides.

with a song in my heart and a good reason to start,

My finish moment in success

doing what I know best

He rested on my chest as he felt my heart beat going though this test.

and doing my best,

I know I am bless.

but, I struggle to pick up the pieces from this mess.

so how much time is left?

He pinch her sad, sleepy eyes

and told her to rest that I;m here standing by,

will you hold my hand as I land on to this dance?

smoothly, but slowly, riding a jam,

and she really didn't know who was sam.