My father is a ****** sky
of my eyes.
And I may wrap the war
with a sheet of pain.
But my silence has a letter for the world.
,, Peace is a tear of God,
where someone keep a dream,,
Has Chakhalyan

All she ever wanted
Was for me to never stop
Looking up
Into those beautiful eyes with white outlines

And it's with a sigh I say
That no but or excuse can justify
My faith or lack thereof

And now all I can say is that I
Henceforth will aspire higher
Open my eyes wider
And look upwards as I try
And ever longingly reach her sky

Up At Her
Up At Her
In her blue my own eyes come alive