You, the star in these eyes,
Dearer to me than life's own prize.
Time's delay, my prayer's embrace,
Why do tears stain your face?
You, the star in these eyes,
Dearer to me than life's own prize.
Are you love's bloom, so bright and bold?
Or love's mistake, a story told?
Life's pathways, thorny and long,
For you, where shadows throng.
Where lies your destined shore?
A mother's heart, weeping sore.
Always find joy, forever true,
You, the star in these eyes,
Dearer to me than life's own prize.
God's comfort, a guiding light,
The shore is near, though out of sight.
Time's delay, a whispered plea,
My prayer, forever with thee.
Why do tears touch your face?
You, the star in these eyes,
Dearer to me than life's own prize.
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