Crazy Eyes

He likes to stare with soft, but
Piercing eyes that seem to
Search every ounce of your soul.
Not even a light can shine as bright
As his eyes as intent runs
Through his mind and as words roll.
Through pain and doubt, he is lifted
By his million friends and family
High up into the skies
And he falls back down
To the subtle arms that is his writing and poetry.
Well, with the help of his friendly ties
That he strengthens through thick and thin
With everything he can put in
And soon! you hear his name
Ring through the halls and hear,
“He’s comin’ home! He’s comin’ home!”
A siren of fame.

But going back to his eyes, I’m
Not one to judge about him without
Hearing odd excuses and lies,
But the one thing I’ll tell you is that
If if you say he’s bad, you’re bullshit, ‘cause
He’s just Crazy Dan with his Crazy Eyes.