The unknown, of knowing.

Darling, dont you know that theres beauty,
behind those hazel eyes.

You dream of a world which is not filled with such lies.

You take no chances in believeing there is more.
There will never be a day, where you ask god to swing open another door.

Those hazel eyes have potential, to see the whole world.
Dont you know? Your life's got you spinning as you hurled.

Those hazel eyes want to see more than just those 4 walls.

They belong to royal parties, and magical cinderella balls.

Hazel eyes, you have potential, inside your heart.
Not knowning that potential tares you right apart.

Dream it, you may one day live it.
Its your story, go on hazel eyes, mold your story,
like it were clay