Only Glasses
He walks beneath the hallway lights,
Black lenses hiding half the night,
A little face, a quiet stare.
Like he was never meant to be there.
And everybody sees the frames,
But I see something they can’t name,
Two tiny eyes behind the shade,
A softer world he’s learned to fade.
He says, “Don’t look too close at me”,
Like being seen means being free,
So he pulls them down, he disappears,
Turns every window into mirrors.
Only glasses, only black,
Only something keeping everyone back,
Only darkness where his eyes should be,
But I know there’s a boy underneath.
Only glasses, hiding light,
Wearing shadows morning, noon and night,
If he wants to vanish, let him try:
I’ll still see those little eyes.
He never takes them off,
Not when he’s scared, not when he’s cruel,
Not when he laughs and looks aways,
Not when he almost says my name.
I wonder what he’s frightened of,
Maybe being seen, maybe being loved,
Maybe if someone knew his face,
They’d ask him why he need the shade.
So I don’t ask him to remove
The only shield he thinks is true,
I just sit behind him quietly,
And let him disappear with me.
He says, “There’s nothing there to see”,
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But that’s not what he means to me,
Behind the glass, behind the black,
I know there’s something looking back.
Only glasses, only black,
Only something keeping everyone back,
Only darkness where his eyes shoud be,
But I know there’s a boy underneath.
Only glasses, hiding light,
Wearing shadows morning, noon and night,
If he wants to vanish, let him try:
I’ll still see those little eyes.
Maybe someday he’ll lift them high,
Let the morning find his eyes,
Maybe someday he’ll understand
He doesn’t have to disappear to hold my hand.
And if he never shows the world
Those little eyes that I adore,
He can keep the darkness for himself:
I only want the boy behind it all.
Only glasses, only black,
But I never wanted anything behind that,
Because somewhere underneath the shade
Is the sweetest face he’s tried to erase.
Only glasses, hidind light,
A little boy disappearing every night,
And if the whole world passes by,
I’ll stay here looking for his eyes.
Only glasses.
Only black.
Only a boy.
Trying not to be seen.
But I see him.
I always have.
Even through the glass.
