Can you see through their eyes
Is there a sadness that they come to despise
In living each day within themselves
It is a secret that into you cannot delve
So they just carry on each day
Whilst behind the hurt will just stay
Then will there be a day when it ends
And from behind their eyes they can no longer defend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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