In her eyes…
I see her fear because she’s lost and unaware
In her eyes…
I see contentment in a world that isn’t there
In her eyes…
I see the knowledge of the wrongful path she’s walked
In her eyes…
I see forgiveness, but unwillingness to talk

In her eyes…
I see the validity that she’s always longed to find
In her eyes…
I see the passion that’s been buried over time
In her eyes…
I see an emptiness that can never be complete
In her eyes…
I see the tears that she’ll never let me see

In her eyes…
The tides are crashing and she’s set to self destruct
In her eyes…
The dread is forcing her desperation to erupt
In her eyes…
There’s a hint of failure, and a trace of past regret
In her eyes…
The Lord is begging her to let him help her forget

In her eyes…
Her life is radiant, and happiness abounds
In her eyes…
The painted portrait leaves so much more to be found
In her eyes…
It’s so much darker than it ever was before
In her eyes…
I see her pleading to just survive a little more…