Camouflage - These Eyes

These eyes are stones and hard
Like rock and darkness
They are as blooming trees
Sever with strength and green
The way they look at you
Will just reflect yourself again.

These eyes are different
They change their colour into grey
These smiles are faking
They try to hide what's deep inside
These eyes are seas that flow
And foam in blue
They are as blossims soft
Wide open too
And what they give to you
Is beauty just before they die.