Eyes Are Windows to the Soul
All the stars and galaxies in the sky,
They can by seen through her eyes.
Her spirit, it is free,
Traveling in the heavens.
When she dances, her eyes show the spinning vortex.
When she laughs, the stars shine brighter on her face.
When she cries, all the matter in the world weeps through her eyes.
Through her eyes, her soul can be seen.
And what I see there, it makes me cry with the enormity of it.
There is so much out there and we are but a part.
But in her eyes, those expanses focus on me.
They can by seen through her eyes.
Her spirit, it is free,
Traveling in the heavens.
When she dances, her eyes show the spinning vortex.
When she laughs, the stars shine brighter on her face.
When she cries, all the matter in the world weeps through her eyes.
Through her eyes, her soul can be seen.
And what I see there, it makes me cry with the enormity of it.
There is so much out there and we are but a part.
But in her eyes, those expanses focus on me.