The Eyes of a Father
So we look back
We count the days, the nights, the weeks and months
Just one blur of emotion
Count the raindrops
And you count the memories
All raining from the same cloud
The eyes of Time himself
We build our homes
Then tear them down with the lives of our children
And put our tears away
In jars that we carry on our backs
Along with the stones in our hearts
And the only gateway to ourselves
Is through the eyes of Time himself
In the sigh of a father
In the smile of a lover
In a tear of the soul
Copyright © Moose Bak | Year Posted 2009
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