Eyes cloudy like cigarette smoke

once as blue as the heart of the sea

Wistfully weeping in their final hour

Haunted by what could have been

The fear that meets adolescent hearts

True love that never could embark

Hands that waver under fluorescent lights

Words unsaid in the moon’s midnight

Haunted by what could have been

Blue eyes become like cigarette smoke

Too late to see past time’s illusion

A last chance is what they wish they took