Those Tired Eyes

~Dedicated to my beautiful mum~ I stare into those brown, tired eyes And realise in them an entire story lies One of hardships and lots of sacrifice And a sparkling ember that never dies For every time i walked through fires And nobody could hear my cries It were these very same tired eyes That saw through my fake smiles Whatever i put up, a mask or a disguise She could easily dismiss my lies And sense my pain of the most acute size Even when we're seperated by miles. No amount of love i give would suffice For after all, for me her body did dice I changed her looks and her styles And turned on her during my troubled times But instead of looking at me with despise, I can see the undying love in those tired eyes.