it's just my own eye,
it sees beyond compare,
it sees the worries of those that care,
it sees the laughter's of those that can't fear,
it sees what's it's supposed to see.
it sees hatred and love,
it sees the world beyond compare.
but it can't see the hearts of her truly,
it can't see who and what he loves,
it can't even see her own soul,
so what is the point of this own eye,
if it can't help her see her and those she truly cares.
©puja
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