I looked into his eyes
His eyes held a million dreams
Cold, savage, ruthless
They spoke human language to me
I glimpsed at his hands
His hands spoke of steadfastness
Bloody, gory, fisted
They lived each day for me
I gazed at his feet
His feet stood strong
Dirty, mucky, cracked
They strove daily carrying me
I cast a gaze into his heart
His heart refused to beat
Blackened, charred, void
It died everyday for me
Slowly, quietly I stepped away
Unable to see no more
For a stranger stared back at me
Through the rippled water of the shore...
