the eyes of stone.

the eyes of stone

it was darker than a dungeon
and colder than the sea,
but yours is the flame
that sustains the life in me.

the staring eyes of stone,
still judge and criticize
and the self rightious hearts
soon learn to dispise

sometimes the accusing finger
points only to condemn,
gather round the victim
then tear it limb from limb.

the burning fingers of satan
left scars upon my skin,
but your's is the water
that washed away my sin.

a warm wind still blows,
the sand of time in my face,
but the memory of those times
no storm could ever erase.