IF the eye's are the window's to the soul tell me what you perceive'
When you gaze on those will forever bleed.
Never will they deceive only to be believed.
Memories play before you like a movie'
from reel to reel. bit's and piece's flash'
like the autumn leaves that fall before to long'
or a breaking note that flow's on a journey of the swan song.
Never to see the beauty that lies within.
Never to know what it is to be loved.
Never to know a touch from another who long to be held.
I stand alone for mine is the journey to forever be'
Forsaken within the shadows of the light.
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