THE EYES ARE SOUL

The eyes are soul, Mystery and all...
Spend their days waitin' for the fall.

Substitution, of the old with the new
Destination, seen by a few
Guess, you can't, the extent, the depth
Yes, you know, and you don't at all.
The truth, you can't deny, of birth and death.
You can't deny when it is your call.

The eyes are soul, Empty and cold.
It's space that feels empty. It's burn that feels cold.
It's hard that's retained. Soft, packed n sold!
It's the Black heart you don't see , With the heart of gold.

Unpredictable, the sight, the direction.
Undeniable, the power, the conviction.
Unbelievable, the detachment, the devotion.
Unreliable, the stance, the illusion.

The eyes are soul, Shy and bold.
You'll never know what & how much they behold.

So give up on your belief that you know and understand.
The trick's meant for relief ; Temporary and planned.
Get caught in the vortex of dreams n a hopeless end.
Endless hope, they say...and will everything mend?!


They don't care if it's Zenith,or Nadir and small.
They're querencia when you just listen to their call

For these eyes are soul, Mystery and all
Have spent their days waitin for the fall...