My father's eyes were steel grey-blue. As I was born and as I grew
Those eyes watched closely every day and oft I'd hear my father say
"Don't make a fuss, don't run about, don't show me up, nor scream nor shout,
And always know what e'r you do that I'll find out and know it too."
And innocent, as a child will be I true believed his words to me.
So even from an early age I lived my life as if on stage.
And every movement, every word I knew were being watched and heard.
Inside my mind, inside my head I lived a different life instead
Where none but I could see or go and no one there my thoughts could know.
And even though I grew to age I still remained upon the stage
And acted out my part so well that none would guess and none could tell
My inner self ran wild and free and loud and spoilt and all for me.
But dutiful unto the last I stayed and kept vigil's fast
And waited for the end to be when those two eyes would not watch me -
And when reaper knocked the door I thought those eyes would see no more
But yet I know, and always will, those eyes are watching, watching still.