her eyes
I look at me and I see a tired person
bags under my eyes
beautiful so I've been told
my eyes
they have so much to say
but I don't let them
she looks at me;
she doesn't see the tired person
nor does she see the stubborn person
just the gentle,loving,caring person
Innocent and unstained;
that's what she is
untainted by the evil in this world
she'll grow up someday and
she'll get stained too
like the rest of us
But for now
she sees me through her eyes;
my baby's eyes
bags under my eyes
beautiful so I've been told
my eyes
they have so much to say
but I don't let them
she looks at me;
she doesn't see the tired person
nor does she see the stubborn person
just the gentle,loving,caring person
Innocent and unstained;
that's what she is
untainted by the evil in this world
she'll grow up someday and
she'll get stained too
like the rest of us
But for now
she sees me through her eyes;
my baby's eyes
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