Eyes for the Lost

I'm growing oh so weary of my shady eyes

To which they rest their lids on the my nose

How could one so strong be so weak, the truth

Is that one has the world on His shoulders

This is the ultimate, the supreme sleep

That awakens with fresh eyes in days of three

Why we couldn't be so strong will strengthen me

Because the broken Son is holding my hand

When did the world suspend over my back

And spin its stories around its broken self
Words are few since my thoughts are small

But my eyes still glow, hopeful and firing for lights

The checkered organization will always fail me now
Black and white engulfs dying self and society
But hope burns bright and will never goes out
There is hope for me yet, because One man will not forget