I can see the pain from your eyes deep within you, as your tears fall I reach out to capture them but you draw away and the pain grow more powerful then even I can hold.
Your eyes confess that the pain you are enduring is taking over your soul, like a house that is consumed with fire each room engulf with flames no one will dare to enter with fear that it might take their life "well Love let me take my life to save yours, "let my arms be the arms to console you in this time of need and despairs you can lean on me.
The eyes are the windows to the soul and yours is tell me that you are in need now then ever before.
Let not your proud close the door, let not your head be to hard, I walked in a pair of your shoes for a mille and I am here to comfort you in your time of need.
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