Eyes
My mother's eyes
Are sweet and loving
For everyone her eyes look plain
But little do they now the hidden pain.
But she tries to be strong
For her son
I don't understand
Why she has to live a life this cruel
All I wish for is that she can live
Only one second without pain
But that is all in vein.
My mother's eyes
Are filled with pain
But I see the hidden love
Behind the broken window pane.
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Thorns of Life
PoetryVOLUME 1 If time could turn back in clocks Maybe then I'd free you from those locks If time travel were possible To the past, for you I would go I would save you from yourself Give you some helpful advice I wish I could do things differently, Maybe...
