My precious, my precious eye;
Why do you ever have to cry?
Can you relax and take a sigh?
Do you really have to close and die?
No, open for I need you;
You're my way to see all things through;
I barely know, you can't sew;
But, let me help you through a show.
Let a tear fall;
Just like a bouncing ball;
Lead me to God's hall;
For I hear His call.
Rejoice with me;
Let your tears be free;
Open and see;
That everything is in thee.
-Kriza-
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