It's always been the eyes
It's the eyes I see,
Sometimes they are mirrors
Me looking back at me,
Sometimes they are windows
Souls hiding who they want to be,
Sometimes they are eternity
Brief glimpses of Thee.

For as long as I can remember
I've always stared into every face,
Searching, searching, searching
For what, I don't know,
Or, should I say who?
Beats the hell out of me.
It's the eyes, though,
It's always the eyes I see.