(for Frank Shepherd)

they called him josh,
'cause he was just a kid.
and he had eyes like...

he had a mop of curly black hair,
just like our mom did.
and his eyes...

he was my brother,
and we were raised together.
and he had eyes like...

he liked to be by himself a lot,
and always seemed to be thinking.
and he had beautiful eyes...

when he smiled at you,
you couldn't help but to smile back.
and his eyes were fire and love...

i loved him with all my soul,
but they killed him at thirty-three.
but i can still see his eyes...

filled with peace and forgiveness,
underneath the thorns.

yes, i can still see those eyes,
and they tell the whole story.

Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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