In these eyes
of blue and brown and green
a story to be told
since I was a teen

I see inside and out
on the surface and deep inside
My gift is to bring you out
and be by your side

Given the gift
to see what I see
soon becomes a gift
I wish was taken from me

Always my gift
takes me where
I'm needed the most
Helper I am
never will I boast

These eyes have seen horror
as much as pure bliss
the outcome is not certain
sometimes hit or miss

Your eyes
looking into mine
Soon you break free from
the ties that bind

Giver and servant
my gift heals young and old
these eyes...
they obey and do as they're told

What about these eyes?
of blue and brown and green?
who will help me...
they are nowhere to be seen




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