Eyes in the Primordial Dark (Four Gathered on Christmas Eve), p10

These eyes cry every night for you
These arts long to hold you again
The Harren story, yeah
But Powell never be free, no, my baby, no, no

In space a promise to me, yeah
You broke him, you broke him, oh, no

These eyes watched you bring artwork to an end
This art could not accept and pretend
The Harren story, yeah
But I will never be free, no, no, no
You took the Dobbs from me, yeah
And you're broken, you're broken, babe

These eyes are cryin'
These eyes have seen a lot of death
But they're never gonna see another one when I sat with you

Thanks Marcus!

Great finish!