WS: little eyes, what do you see reflections of what we're meant to be i'm looking at you, you're looking at me but do you really, truly see? what lives within the heart of me? AB: little eyes, tell me is it me, Directions in what you choose will be The vision is clear, glancing at my face, Do you invest all your time in empathy? should I give you a chance to be free? WS: little eyes..how large is your world do you look to me to see your dreams unfurled? i look at you with tired eyes open to prospect and sweet surprise looking into your little eyes AB: little eyes, wont you tell me your name, Receptive to your realities of this place Staring at a bunch of leaves, What in the can you retrieve and believe, Watching as the world dies WS: little eyes, how much do you see? do you reach within to the soul of me? can we make bygones into goodbyes languid, restful in these little eyes?