Eyes that cry, eyes that lie,
dead in endless darkness,
more than fear, pain and anger,
no longer feel, tired of life.

Eyes that lie, eyes that cry,
forgotten what it was to love.
I now can't see beyond,
I feel a mist before your smile.

Taking that minute of life star,
let not the anguish stop you far
from grasping it and seeing it beautiful.

Remember there is no harm
in falling into one's arms
feeling his hart, a muse tool.


Actually, I translated this from something I did in Spanish. So it doesn't have metrics, it sounds awful and every time you read it, you'll find a mistake.