No one can see the shame and guilt,

Trapped behind these eyes.

As I sit here in a prison cell,

All due to a pack of lies.

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Memories that are trapped within,

Deep behind these eyes.

Echoing ever so softly,

Compounding our goodbyes.

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To see the love I have within.

Look deep behind these eyes.

For this love I have for you,

Is the kind that never dies.

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You may see a broken man,

Hiding behind these eyes.

But from this time in prison,

A better man will arise.

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You may see a man of confidence,

As you look behind these eyes.

But in this hell-like place,

Every bit of it’s a guise.

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Or you may see a man of strength,

As you peek behind these eyes.

As I sit and think of you,

This strong man, he still cries.

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Take a look,

Behind these eyes.

It’s the window to the soul.

Allowing you to see things that you can’t apprise.

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For now, I have my thoughts,

Concealed behind these eyes.

Soon I will be home,

I hope you’re awaiting my reprise.

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So, when I come home to you,

I trust you won’t chastise.

I hope you take the time to see,

The man behind these eyes.