After every tear has been shed,
And every hurricane cleared,
Your youthful eyes shall see,
The Beauty within me.
These youthful eyes,
Are old and experienced from the inside
Where people who pry may not peep.
These youthful eyes,
Have learnt,
The Power of Love
And The Power of Hate.
They have learnt what trust may do
And what it mightn't.
And they know now, how to distinguish
Between colours they see and the ones they don't.
Behold,
After every tear has been shed,
And every hurricane cleared,
Your youthful eyes shall see and feel
What they never saw and felt before.
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