Troubled Eyes

Some days I long for starry skies,
To gaze upon with troubled eyes.

Some days I long for something new,
Something that I’d know was true.

No more illusions, no more lies,
To gaze upon with troubled eyes.

Eyes long torn by sin and grief.
Eyes that’ll ne’er find relief.

Eyes that see the truth within,
Hidden deep from all your kin.

Hidden from both friend and foe,
Hidden ‘neath the fallen snow.