Eyes
Eyes hold the truth
Black, blue, or green
No matter the color
They can still be seen
I look into his eyes
And I see the truth
The truth he tried to hide
But it made its way through
These eyes are way too strong
To ever want to try and stop
From shielding all he did wrong
That pushed him to the top
He lied and I could tell
Only in his eyes could I excel
The truth set me free
Free from his hold on me
Eyes hold the truth
Black, blue, or green
No matter the color
They can all still be seen
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