Brown, Blue,
Grey and Green.
These are the eyes of friends.
The eyes that smile at me
when I see them in the hall.
The eyes that weep
when they see me cry.
These are the eyes of friends.
Look deep,
Love is clear.
Look deep,
Caring is here.
Look deep,
the soul behind
connects to mine.
These are the eyes of friends,
which share my grief,
which share my joy,
which share my soul.
These are the eyes of friends.
They see for me,
As I have seen for them,
All that lay hidden
by emotion,
by thought,
by not understanding.
These are the eyes of friends.
They see what I cannot in myself,
And are a treasure beyond value.
These are the eyes of friends.
Behind the brown of one,
there is the understanding and love I need.
Behind the intense blue of one,
there is the solitude I love.
Behind the hazel of one,
there is the sensitivity I crave.
Behind the cloudy blue of one,
there is the optimism that sustains me.
Behind the blue of one,
there is the wisdom and caution I lack.
Behind the brown of one,
there is the friendship I need.
Behind them all,
there is a friend.
These are the eyes of friends.
Some Friends Sites
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