With the eyes of a broken child
I looked upon a life of somber verse,
Brutally tossing me between hatred and favor,
Wond’ring when I’d see a new sunrise.
Faceless, pallid eyes called to my heart,
A worthless paradox of life and death.
Yet, into the darkness reached a frail hand
And again I envisioned faceless eyes;
No longer wan, these eyes were of the oceans, the sky,
And atopped with golden strands.
This hand reached to me and I took it
As sure as I sit here with you.
Darkness no more, revelation is mine
In a heart I hold so dear - yours.
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