Blue eyes! Blue Eyes! Where might my blue eyes be?
I am stranded in this situation, so I look for them frantically.
Oh, those eyes, they’re always so blue yet warm.
They mend my wounds and easily repair the torn.
The repetition has made me grow dependent on them,
so I face no challenge without them ever again.
They hold my hand and support me when I’m weak.
They hold my breath and even expel the words I cannot speak.
So now I search helplessly in darkness, blind,
because in this moment my Blue Eyes I cannot find.
But behind me they speak- they’ve been there all along!
Forgive me! Blue Eyes, for I once doubted you, and I was wrong.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
Blue eyes! Blue Eyes! Where might my blue eyes be?
I am stranded in this situation, so I look for them frantically.
Oh, those eyes, they’re always so blue yet warm.
They mend my wounds and easily repair the torn.
The repetition has made me grow dependent on them,
so I face no challenge without them ever again.
They hold my hand and support me when I’m weak.
They hold my breath and even expel the words I cannot speak.
So now I search helplessly in darkness, blind,
because in this moment my Blue Eyes I cannot find.
But behind me they speak- they’ve been there all along!
Forgive me! Blue Eyes, for I once doubted you, and I was wrong.