Hey eyes are sad like that all the time,
Even when she is happy.
They say that eyes are the windows to your soul,
Does this mean her soul is sad?
Laughing and carefree, she dances through the trees,
A smile on her lovely lips, a song in her throat.
Love is inside of her, for the world,
She has so much to give.
And yet her eyes, if you ever looked,
Really looked, they are always sad.
Black inside and dying,
Alone inside and crying.
The windows to your soul they say,
Have you ever looked?
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