The lost child in a broken man
In your eyes I see the pain within
of a child from the past callen'
of names from the future so deemed
painted the blank face of a man it seemed
In your eyes I see the troubled heart, in chain
of a man from the future cryin'
the tears of loosing all what he taught his-
the child's dreams to clime the fortress
In your eyes I see the confused soul
after all these years thought you knew it all
the story behind the scene of your smile
the act of a big laughter after every awhile
In your eyes I see the other side of “me”
the unfriendly child who ransack “he”
the weary “he” who abandoned;
and in malicious secret he carved his own tomb
In your eyes I see the truth behind your mind
the questions to be forgotten, made you blind
to see nay the corner of your oblivion
the naked truth of life; you're a played clown
In your eyes I see the play-fool man
parade of masks- the craft of your own hand:
the crying child – the excuse of your ignorance
the broken man – to explain the crime of his innocence
In your eyes I see “you and me”-the lost soul
passage we both seek and be at peace after all
from the mistake taken
from “the misguided malicious heaven”
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