Eye of the Evil
I hang above the shades of sorrow,
For them expectant of a hopeful ‘morrow,
I bleed, I bring luck
I am worshipped, sometimes chucked
I, am the eye,
The eye of evil – a bearer of charm,
I bring about calm, ward away qualm.
I’m hanging on, I’m hanging strong,
I’ll be alright, I’ll be fine.
This is it and I’m here.