<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555990" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Eyes Said It All</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was once a small child, <br>Like one we all know<br>From around the neighborhood<br>With a mom who's an addict<br>And a father, nowhere to be found </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father did leave, <br>Dressed for that big party in the sky<br>With an open wound left on his heart<br>And his baggage, left to be tattered<br>And weathered in the years to come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was twenty when he was five<br>His world was turned upside down<br>His innocence stripped away like newspaper<br>His heart ripped out and his stomach pitted<br>For his eyes said it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the years did come, in fact<br>A career made of distribution, <br>Better yet an enterprise<br>Narcotics, women, sex and fame<br>Life in Chicago was all the same</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He learned to fight by the ones who'd beat him<br>He learned to curse by the adults who'd scold him<br>He learned to steal from the ones who loved him<br>And he had a reason for everything, <br>As if searching for something that wasn't there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He found love in war and destruction<br>He found peace in death and despair<br>He found passion in excess and addiction<br>He found everything but what his innocence was lost through<br>And you knew, for his eyes said it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By now, he had it all<br>3 piece suits and Italian leather<br>Slight wrinkles in his worn skin<br>Bulgy eyes, tinted yellow with jaundice<br>And a sinister smile made of gold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His money was endless<br>And his wives were plentiful<br>His son's bastards along with their sisters<br>His memories shift to the last night<br>As he arrived to the gate with the large villa</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mentor inside, old and shaky<br>As they drank and laughed with shared stories<br>Of murder some forty years prior<br>And in that instant, the boy's gun was drawn<br>For what he was searching for, his eyes said it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adrian+Menoover13+Nieves">Adrian Menoover13 Nieves</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555990" data-title="His Eyes Said It All de Adrian Menoover13 Nieves" data-description="There was once a small child, Like one we all know From around the neighborhood With a mom who's an addict And a father, nowhere to be found His father did leave, Dressed for that big party in the sky With an open wound left on his heart And h..."></div> </div> </div>

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