Eyes blue like the rivers,
Soul as bright as the sun,
But deep inside I’m crying tears,
Tears fall like leaves in the fall.

My fear is like a knife,
Cutting me as though I were hot butter,
Butter melts away like my life,
Drop after drop it goes away.

I know how it feels to love,
Love is like a cave,
When you are in it you wish to be above,
To fly like an eagle, away from here.

 
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