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Charlotte's Eyes

(Verse 1) The silence hangs heavy in this old familiar room, Another twilight fading, swallowed by the gloom. Her photograph sits smiling, a memory so clear, Yet the ache in this old heart still whispers, "She's not here." The record spins a soft tune, a melody we knew, But the waltz feels empty now, dear, danced only by a few. (Chorus) And the night, it still brings horrifying dreams, that memory, sharp and cold, Her gentle body convulsing, a story left untold. Six years have spun their seasons, tried to heal the open wound, But the shivers of that evening still haunt me, quite attuned. And then I see my Charlotte, her laughter, bright and true, And in her precious eyes, love, I see only you. (Verse 2) I recall the doctor's whispers, the rain against the pane, The hushed, frantic moments, trying to ease her pain. A gasp, a fading murmur, her skin became so chill, The world just stopped its turning, and my own heart stood quite still. Each night the scene unfolds, dear, a cruel and constant dream, Her struggle, the faint heartbeat, the breaking of a scream. (Chorus) And the night, it still brings horrifying dreams, that memory, sharp and cold, Her gentle body convulsing, a story left untold. Six years have spun their seasons, tried to heal the open wound, But the shivers of that evening still haunt me, quite attuned. And then I see my Charlotte, her laughter, bright and true, And in her precious eyes, love, I see only you. (Bridge) Some days the weight feels crushing, the sorrow too hard to bear, But then a little hand slips, into mine, without a care. My Charlotte, bright and hopeful, a reason to go on, She paints the world with colors, from dusk until the dawn. For her, I face the morning, for her, I find my way, Though half of me went with you, on that agonizing day. (Chorus) And the night, it still brings horrifying dreams, that memory, sharp and cold, Her gentle body convulsing, a story left untold. Six years have spun their seasons, tried to heal the open wound, But the shivers of that evening still haunt me, quite attuned. And then I see my Charlotte, her laughter, bright and true, And in her precious eyes, love, I see only you. (Outro) Yes, in Charlotte's eyes, love, your memory's always near, A bittersweet reflection, holding back tears from your eclampsia. Our Charlotte's gray eyes... just like yours...