This eyes of mine.
Never sees good deeds others do
Every small hill shall become
big mountain
They do everything to see an
excuse in order to justify their mistakes
No matter how hard I scold them
They keep on back tracking
Been riding on my pride, never
to accept others advices
What shall I do?
Every small advice given to the
eyes, end up, for granted
Grant my eyes wisdom to help my
eyes see clearly
Thy great way and not just my
eyes
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