The eyes hide shadows of illusion.
The mind lies straight to your eyes.
The miracle is stranded.
The kind lies that need your tears.

The side that hides the true love of your soul
The way you see is blined through the trees and the maple leaves, and you grieve because you can't conceive sound you speak of...it is a barren street Of deceit, we represent it as a treat that is sweet.

Waiting, watching the...