If I had Your eyes, maybe then I would see his lies.
Then I wouldn't feel the need to cry.
If you had these eyes, I'm sure you would see how hard I try.
You would understand my deep sighs.
If I had those eyes, Oh, the eyes of my Guy.
At last they would dry.
I wouldn't have to sit praying, oh my, oh my.
My dear Lord why?
If you had my eyes, you would see how I apply, to always fly.
My wings striving to take me way up high.
With Your eyes, these eyes, those eyes, my eyes,
one thing is easy to see. I'm never saying goodbye.
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