Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful eyes
Caress the rage
Behind the blind

Pushing rushing
Stopping touching
Caring clutching

Believing all the
Lies you were ever
Told – holding the
Same tone

Speaking in tongues
Holding our own
Blaming the cold
For our dying souls

Kissing good bye
Dying inside
Standing still
We loathe

Being told the
‘same ole’
We scold
Dying to be bold
Defying all we’ve
Been told

Letting go