If the eye is the pathway to the soul,
Than dark eyes should be evil and blue eyes not.
Your sins should make the brown darker,
And your good deeds make the blue shine bold.
Do we carry our evil on our faces like a portrait of rotting flesh,
Are we Dorian Gray with a portrait in the attic hidden with sin.
Do our angelic actions show up as wrinkles of twinkles on our face.
We wish that the world goes in the direction of purity and yet we secretly like vice,
Everyone gives you their points of views in the guise of their advice.