These eyes don't cry anymore.
These eyes don't shine anymore.
These eyes aren't alive anymore.
Stuck in between a grey limbo of do I want to try anymore?
Yes, these eyes have grown dark but they inherently gleam.
Those subtle amber specks of hope to fulfill a dream you once promised me.
These eyes weep evermore.
These eyes glow evermore.
These eyes are willing try evermore.
These eyes are yours.
Look me in the eyes, these are the eyes you've given me.