Lirik Lagu Fresh Eyes Novels & Stories

O Lord Repair me For a new fresh cause Won’t you enable me To walk again in life Was my feeling For that child So wrong Broken limbs Of an insane Little Who cannot even spell What’s pain to him Why Lord Why Lord death Why end Why end Why I cried my way To the day Ultimate sorrow Melted my eyes again What a pain Is death not a pain Of earth Then why we all Allow it to stay Forever and forever On earth's face Repair Mend life again For death not to stay What a pain What a pain Life, holds deep within What a pain Called end Death is not Just a sleeping mat Or bed It’s the end It’s the complete end Never again Never again My eyes should melt Never again I will repair This end My way My way

So I'll just let the guitar cry, baby 'Cause there's no good in goodbye, babe. Can't let you see them coming down my eyes. So I'll just let the guitar cry baby.

The mirror reflected her image, her eyes shimmering with a newfound confidence. She applied makeup with a skilled touch, enhancing her features while maintaining a natural glow. A pop of red lipstick added a touch of vibrancy, a bold statement that resonated with the courage she was summoning for the day ahead. Nora's reflection stared back at her, a blend of nerves and excitement dancing in her eyes. As she slipped into her bejewelled sandals, a soft smile graced her lips. Graycen's voice broke through her thoughts, a gentle reminder of the admiration she held for her mother. Nora turned to her daughter, her heart warmed by the innocent compliment.

I shut my eyes, and my tears fall. . c.m. louden

He set his champagne flute on the round table and asked, "What reasons do you think a man has for approaching a lady?" Natalie pursed her lips, her gaze turning frosty. "I doubt you're after my eyes." Aaron's expression hardened, but only for a second. He feigned nonchalance. "You sure know how to crack a joke, Ms. Sutton." She put up her hands as if to dismiss such credit, saying wryly, "You think I'm joking, Mr. Jespier, but it's a true story. My ex-husband only got close to me because he wanted my eyes. He stole my corneas and gave them to his beloved."

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Not on someone elses deadline. She glared at the canvas infront fo her her eyes were a bit blurry, a bit from being sleepy and a bit from the fact she couldn't remember when she had eaten last. She scooted her stool back a bit so if she did fall over she wouldn't land on the canvas infront of her. She ran a hand over her face a black smear spreading across her pale skin as the charcoal on her hand brushed down her face.

The objects became visible, and I could see the window. Then my eyes moved to the woman beside me. Lily. An older woman with kind eyes and a soft expression. She looked like she wanted to cry already. A sound tore through my throat. A laugh, or rather, a broken and overwhelmed sound because honestly, what else could I do? I took in Liam’s face and as I expected, he had gotten a little bit older than he was when I last saw him. The happiness in his eyes was almost way more than mine. The old scar on his chin was still very much there and his eyes had gotten softer than I imagined. But they’re currently warm brown and very wet with tears.

Why is he so close? “Open your eyes.” My eyes snap open to angry blue orbs. “Take it again. Take it slow or we won’t leave.” “Please.” “Again,” Calum mutters through gritted teeth. I think I’m doomed. “Sing with your eyes open.” My eyes are open when I sing again, they fall on everything but him. I don’t fumble the lyrics. I don’t breathe till the end. When Calum gives me a thumbs up, I release the breath stuck in my chest.