B’CAUSE SHE’S EYES ONE IN A MILLION.

When my day turned cold,
cheer up is what I was told.

Whisky had its toll,
the mood swung, the thoughts lose and
the iPod played Rock n Roll.

I took out a pen and a diary
to write a song about a fairy.

It’s 6 A.M then and I was off to sleep.
Lost in dreams, my eyes peeped.

I couldnt help but go deep,
its hard to resist even though I was asleep.

Because she has eyes 
One in a million|
Because she has eyes
One in a million|
 
I woke up with a half-slept dream.

To my rude awakening, 
sometimes her reality-kissed eyes become a stream.
Is there a heartache?

Sometimes it becomes the grace of kohl.
Is it just another imagination of mine
or is she her own masterpiece?

Sometimes they become the innocence of a 2-year-old
and sometimes a mirror for the heart.
Is it a reality or is it an optical delusion of the mind?

Asked a distressed me,
soon my soul answered:

Because she has eyes.

One in a million
Because she has eyes
One in a million

Her eyes could only hear
but I never spoke. 

My heart was heavy and cold. 
The limbs shivered but I was bold.

I have a fairy tale that awaits expression,
and how I wonder the Lips of ashes 
rarely want to speak ‘bout a thing. 

Because she has eyes 
One in a million
Because she has eyes
One in a million
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