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)
