1 The Lady With The Lovely Brown Eyes



Do you see the lady with the lovely brown eyes?

She looks into the mirror that is the world,

Waiting to recognize herself.

She is lost into the giant abyss that is the world's calling.

Striving to belong.

In a world which individuality is praised,

Yet shunned by her peers,

Who try to mold her into

Something she is not.

Do you see the lady with the lovely brown eyes?

She looks into the mirror that is the world,

Waiting no longer as she finds nothing.

Nothing to comfort her,

No one to turn to,

Yet there must be a slit in this

Depression in the earth,

A moment where she can be herself

Not judged by her peers alone.

Do you see the lady with the lovely brown eyes?

She looks into the mirror that is the world,

Waiting a bit more as she finds this slit

This small glimpse of happiness

A part she can call her own.

Free at last, she cries

Freedom from the people who entrapped me,

They who wanted me to be just like them,

Yet shunned me when I was.

Do you see the lady with the lovely brown eyes?

She looks into the mirror that is the world,

And finally begins to recognize herself.