Sapphire sharp eyes
Showing glimpses of snow
Brown fur of old times
No longer with its glow
The reflection of a human
On those eyes filled with sorrow
The lost half of Truman
Craving for a soul to borrow.
Sapphire sharp eyes
Showing glimpses of snow
Brown fur of old times
No longer with its glow
The reflection of a human
On those eyes filled with sorrow
The lost half of Truman
Craving for a soul to borrow.