With These Eyes:

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life

With these eyes I see pain and suffering,

people getting high, most of them will just die.

With these eyes I see not through the eyes of a child,

but I see a world that has gone wild.

I hold my head down and sigh, trying so very hard not to cry.

I ask myself why must we go through this, but my stomach

takes a twist.

I reach out my hand and hope someone understand.

But there is no reply, so I drop my head and with these

weary eyes I cry.

I wish God would have kept these eyes, for the hurt I feel

cannot be disguised.

With these eyes so brown and clear, I wish all that ails

me would disappear.

If eyes are the soul and they give feeling, then God please

take them I'm willing.

With these eyes I see too many die,

And with every death these eyes cry.

To God and those who watch these eyes, look at me good

and see me cry.

And with these eyes you gave to me, make them

troubless and free.