Your Eyes Are Dirty Panes of Glass To Your Soul-
I look upon your eyes, I see a dirty glass;
A smudge dirty window to your heart;
And deep inside your throat you hurt;
You’ve consumed to much dirt;
You choke
Now in your soul, you know
And unbearable lune
You haven let go of you sins
Wash the window of your soul;
Spill up the dirt you’ve ate whole;
Deep inside your heart invoke;
Getting a repentive heart and mind not a joke;
Your eyes are dirty panes of glass to your soul;
10/19/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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