Gray EyesA Poem by Andre PetersonA special song I wrote long ago.
Oh gray eyes, don't you stare.
I haven't got anything only words that must be said. This just happens to be a beautiful day. without any answer, I'll believe it to feel okay. And I can't help but remember. And I can't help but think of you. Because you're still there when I sing to no one. And I still see you smile even though, it's not for me. But I won't go bitter for what you may see. All I want is for you to feel free. This picture on the wall, reveals the truth. I don't know what's the matter but I do know it's for you. This old tore letter, written on a cold wet night. With everything behind me, I still see a reason to fight. And I can't help but remember. And I can't help but think of you. Because you're still there when I sing to no one. And I still see you smile even though, it's not for me. But I won't go bitter for what you may see. All I want is for you to feel free. But I can't go on without those gray eyes that shine. I still hope they're dreaming, beautiful and bright.
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