Graying Eyes

My sky blue eyes are fading gray, The brightness held within is lost, The warmth in which they could portray, Lies sunk beneath a cloud of frost, Perhaps it’s from the things I’ve seen, Of death and sickness, hate and war, The things I’ve seen that are obscene, The pain I’ve seen I can’t ignore, I’ve watched a lover burn to ash, I’ve watched a bullet pierce a brain, I’ve picked through bodies from a crash, Amongst the wreckage of the plane. I’ve found the body of a friend, It dangled from a tangled sheet, A man who’d finally reached his end, And gave up to his sad defeat, To look at me you’d never know, My face can hide my sorrow’s lies, Unless you see I’ve lost the glow, That’s lost within my graying eyes.