A bloody past.

A mysterious stranger.

A kind smile.

(But your eyes, dear sir; are those of a sinner)


You always smile so cheerfully

No one can see through your act

But me. I can see your dark past

In the deep pools that are your eyes.

(The eyes of a sinner)


The sadness in your gaze

Hints at your inner turmoil.

Caught on the fine line between life and death,

Light and Darkness,

Hope and Despair.

Verdant pools of light.

(Your eyes, dear sir; are those of a sinner)


It's okay to cry now,

Let the tears wash your pain away.

Don't worry; never sigh

You've chosen your path, and we;

We will stand by you for eternity

No matter what.

(Your eyes, my friend; are those of a saint)