Crying Eyes

Could a sadder face there be? Oh Crying eyes, melancholy. Please, don't drip those salty drops. So many kisses I'd give to stop! I am yours you are mine we will get threw in little time. For what is life? A little race? We set the gaols we make the pace. So with me run. We will get threw. You help me, I'll help you Sure and keen eye's on the mark Let's give this course a little spark. Slow to see a river glide forest green, country side. Drink in scent of hewy blooms, pause to touch in cedar rooms Give this chase a pinch of spice A season spent to melt the ice, that grips us when, we do fear, of wasted steps, passing years.