His eyes shone like crazy diamonds...
yes floyd could'nt fathom what i saw in them

his piercing gaze with innocent clarity
searched me for what, i couldn't say...

his expression was unabashed
his eyes so true...
i just simply had to look away
even though i knew...

a little rag picker
a street urchin was he...

a decade of fending for everything
for himself
a decade since he walked this earth...
his soul was still so free...

we lock ourselves up
in expensive garbs of steel
believing that isloation
is till date, our best deal...

then his crazy diamond eyes
shone, sparkled at laughed at me...
his casual gaze liberated me...
they told me it was I decided who i wanted to be

all my problems, my stress seemed frivilous
because none of it was real, no one really cared

if i laughed i was funny
if i cried i was in pain
if i loved with abandon i was passionate without shame
i was i am, the way i live...

i am not my problems
i am not my gain
i am not the anger nor the refrain

i am the passion with which i live
the laughter and the nonchalance
of a life well lived

his hypnotic eyes reminded me
they set me free
they told me i had forgotten how to 'be'...