Keeper
I am the wide eyed doe, standing in the road
You are the keeper of eyes
Keeper of eyes that meet with mine
For a split second, seconds split
You don’t see the life, you only see the flash
I am the wide eyed doe, standing in the road
When it’s all over
You will look under your car and see a pair of clouding over eyes
Keeper of eyes that meet with mine
But the gravel, the dust, the fear will wash away
And even my dust will one day wash away
I am the wide eyed doe, standing in the road
You, the final keeper
Keeper of eyes that meet with mine
And one day when your eyes are clouding over
You will think of me, and I of you
I am the wide eyed doe, standing in the road
You, keeper of eyes that meet with mine
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