"eyes Behind My Window"
There's a window to this soul that's not always near..
Sometimes the shade is pulled down and the vision
is not so clear...
Other days its a wide open show for the world to pick
apart my style..
Once in a while the blinds open slow for me to reach
out and touch for miles...
Late at night with the curtains drawn I can write in my
own world with no sight...
Early mornings with the sun so bright , I watch from my
window as the birds start their flight..
Sometimes a clear view through a window is not the picture
we see...
There is a whole other world behind these eyes , just take
a closer look at me...
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