Racing heartbeat, uncertain eyes
At night I hear the pain-filled cries
Wondering how I am to cope
I have not lost all hope
 
A fierce feeling, hard to handle
The power of trust, a bright candle
It is fortunate to have patience
For it equals abstinence
 
Bright eyes, blue and brown
In those of chocolate I did drown
Green eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes, Black
For now and forever I do fight back
 
Accepting what is to come
I feel the beat of the drum

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