1 month ago
The eye you see, Is the eye that heals. It's lashes branch out, so you may tie a swing, And keep your head in the clouds. So when a bird sings, You can hear the melody, Even if the melody is miles away. The eye is bright, It's sight foresees a future, A future of your choice, To whatever your heart's desire. However you chose, The choice is always yours. For the eye can only foresee, Whatever future you chose to believe.