Behind these eyes
Behind these eyes I cry,
Behind this door there is no one home,
Behind these waterfalls there is angels crying making these waterfalls,
Behind my eyes you see this little girl who seems lost in the world she don’t belong,
Her life was no longer but short from freedom,
Behind every door there is something that people don’t know,
Behind every wish there is someone granting some of it,
Behind every preps there is someone that made them that way,
Behind every person there is a story to tell.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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