They say your eyes are windows to your soul, I don't disagree but I think your eyes, like coal, Are the blindfolds of your soul.
Your eyes are cold, Strictly controlled, Careful to keep your story untold.
But for a moment the blinds fell, And I see your hell - You are trapped in a cell.
Behind the haze on your eyes, Behind the cheerful smiles, Cries arise.
Curled in a hole Lies a lonely, lonely soul, Yearning to be whole.