My eyes hold the truth I have been longing to tell
Brown pools of dreams, fears, and realities
If I asked you a question about them,
Could you answer it?
Are they gleaming with desire and new ideas?
Or blurred by puddles of salt,
holding strong lest a tear may drop?
Tell me, please
For once I need to believe that you see
Past the surface of it all
I fear my eyes are only shut tight,
simply dreaming of this moment
Fancying the idea that you may have a clue
Yes, only a dream of mine
Because I know you don’t see me any how
It’s the mirror that knows
Exposing the truth behind every gaze,
Exposing my soul in the silence
It knows my heart and all it carries
Every story hidden within
And the reality of it all is
For ages you’ve been looking at me,
But your eyes don’t reveal anything
You can’t feel what my soul is made of
You’ll never know me deep enough
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