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HIS EYES Written by Cheyenne I feel like today is the worst of my life I think of the kitchen, I think of the knife I fall to my knees in the depths of despair I feel like IТm drowning, my tears everywhere I try to forget it, escaping through sleep But IТm smothered by sorrow, I only can weep I feel like a hammerТs been brought to my head It throbs over and over as I lie in my bed I stare up at the ceiling and wish I were gone To end these emotions that come off and on There are several solutions, and one is for good A tear rolls down my cheek, I decide that I should I look up at my wall as I get to my feet I pause as I gaze at the eyes that mine meet ItТs the gloss of the photo, itТs just an illusion Those are my thoughts of my own blind delusion For IТm seeing the ocean, the moon and the skies New worlds, a new universe inside his eyes The beauty, the passion- itТs almost surreal IТm wowed by the things that his eyes can reveal My gaze is still fixed on his unchanging stare Is it silly to think that IТm seeing things there? For those eyes are now pleading for me to think twice And IТm thinking Сcould there be some good in my life?Т ItТs only a picture, and yet so much more For my head is still aching, my heart is still sore But I know it will end and IТll have a new day Thanks to the man I love from far away TomorrowТs a blessing I canТt throw away Why ruin its chances because of a bad day I think of the picture and IТm glad to know That it comes with a voice even more beautiful With the push of a button it floats through my room Replacing the sadness, the sorrow, the gloom With each note he sings my heart lifts a bit more And heТs joined by the others, such a talented four TheyТre all like five angels, as they sing of a promise And theyТre singing to me; itТs a fact and I know this For nobody needed them more on this night To make everything, for the moment, just right And I think of the one with blue eyes and dark hair And how the light in his eyes will always be there And his words will go straight to my heart when he sings And heТll never quite know of the joy that he brings And IТm looking again at his eyes and their blue Those eyes smile at me, and I smile too |