She said the tears in her eyes
Were happy tears
But eyes are the windows to one's soul
And eyes never lie
Her eyes screamed of the pain
Which she had been put under
They told her awful story
With no words at all
Shakily, another tear fell down her face
They were happy tears she said
But eyes are the windows to one's sould
And her eyes yelped for help
There wasn't much i could do
For we stood in a vally of death
But I plucked a sing yellow rose
That grew through the cracked, dry ground
And held it out in front of me
The tears kept falling
But she reached out and took the flower
Then stared at me, with a look of awe on her face
For she had realized there an be beauty
Even in the valley of death
