I stare evertime I glance back at them
Knowing that I will never be able to find them again
O how I love the colors, and the perfect shine
Now I wish I would of took them inside of walking by
But then I look into your eyes
I now see it is not the stones I love to stare into
For they have all the colors of the world
But why have stones? When I can see something more beatiful
You ask what is more beatiful? well...
It is your eyes
