Mystic eyes traveling into mine
Panning through my soul
Searching for the gold
So it can be extracted
You want to bring it out
You can see the shine in the water
Its there I assure you
Deep within the mud brown
of my own eyes
Just be patient
Carribean eyes of the ocean
Coming like a pirate
to pillage me for my worth
Cannons pointed at my heart
They could do me in if they fire
There is gold I assure you
Deep within the mud brown
of my own eyes
Just be patient
Everything is loaded
Everything is underway
Mold the clay with patient hands
You demand my attention
Your smile so inviting
I'm reluctant and distrustful
The damage has been done
My ship has many holes
From fending off intruders
Who come to destroy me
If all you want is my gold
Then turn back around
My eyes are looking, questioning
The motives of your gaze
Just be patient
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