Eye

Hear the tears of the skies.

Hear the tears of my rise.

Hear the tears of my cry.

Hands wave bye as souls cross paths. Old souls are old souls.

Let the past be the present and the future our tomorrow.

Eyes need tears for sight.

Pain re-adjusts your sight.

Hear the tears of my cry.

Hear the tears of my death

Life is like a dark room.

Your eyes are the candle.

Sightless minds will go blind.

Hear my cry till my eyes begin to see that perception is key.

Ginno.

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