They say the eyes are the window to the soul,and when you look into mine what do you see?Do you see the emptiness that lingers from the past?Or the scars of not being worthy in someone else’s eyes?
They say the eyes are the window to the soul,and when you look into mine what do you see?Do you see the emptiness that lingers from the past?Or the scars of not being worthy in someone else’s eyes?
Shining Through Pain 