Oh He

Oh he oh my Boy with blue eyes Hair like straw with A heart made like glass Wake me wake me From my concious Oh he oh my For there is fire in the air Stars in my eyes For his touch oh me Quite gentle oh my In my room my bed My life has had unrest Within my solitude He approaches Oh he oh my Boy with blue eyes Different thoughts Temperatures too For when I wake in the morning He is the morning dew I have not the same concious Nor the same thoughts My heart beams No more screams No more depth No more thoughts Lack of hatred Lack of green Oh the things I've seen But that boy Oh he oh my That boy with blue eyes