Nickesha

Your eyes, gosh! Your eyes Gashes everywhere like night, set ablaze By a thousand peonies, a little boy Looking up the Retreat Mountain saw, And fancies since then could see the soul Of cold ambition's fire burning In your thousand silences, a bold Driving of you just like your mother To dashing flights of light By any means necessary. Your eyes burn from your belly up Like Abraham knowing hope Was not the spilt milk in the cup So I catching your flight Beg you do not scream again War is part of the pain of growng up Of separating flights, keep it silent And wth your strength I will lift you up. Love never relents Even when your eyes are not penitent.