The Girl With The Hazel Eyes

In the crowded streets,

And in the dead of the night;

In the beats of that old song,

And in the fear in his eyes;

I could hear them call out,

They were calling my name.

 

In the blank pages of my diary,

And in the early morning sunrise;

In the breathless daily routine,

And in the storm’s silent might;

I could see them reach out,

They were calling my name.

 

They had their eyes on me,

And saw every doubt that crossed my mind.

They laid out plans for me,

Ones that would end my day.

I ran through the night and fought all day,

But in the end, I couldn’t fight the voices in my head.

 

They were calling my name.

They were calling for the girl with the hazel eyes.

I must respond, I must give in.

After all, aren’t I the only girl with the hazel eyes?

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