Your eyes tell a story
of times that are scarred
of bruised memories
and cynical memoirs

They tell of a past
Where tears flowed like streams
and red rivers burned
and then faded dreams

Your eyes tell a story
Everyone's now fooled, are they not?
Forget the past, live in the present
For now is our only shot

To live life to the fullest
From dawn to nights end
The scars won't fully heal
But I can help you mend

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Phaestian, in the year 414 AF.