Your Eyes

My trust is as broken as the light in your eyes.
I think you're just as broken in your own right.
Tell me, do you find comfort in the night time sky?
Is the world less intense underneath the starlight?

I know the pain of a sorrowful soul.
It's hard to keep your faith with a mind so weary.
Every difficult situation starts to take it's toll.
But they just chalk it up to some circumstantial theory.

I've never believed in anything much.
But I believe the sadness in your eyes.
For a damaged heart knows when another is touched,
by anothers' once beautiful lies.