O! Thee Deploring Eyes, O! Thee Lamenting Eyes ! You hurt me more than the wound itself! Take Thee pitiful look away from me! I can't stand these rueful stares. Thee remind me more of my weakness than my strength! Steer clear of me!

 O! Thee Deploring Eyes,

 O! Thee Lamenting Eyes !

 You hurt me more than the wound itself!

 Take Thee pitiful look away from me! 

I can't stand these rueful stares.

 Thee remind me more of my weakness 

than my strength!

 Steer clear of me!

O! Thee deploring eyes, O! Thee lamenting eyes!

Thy glances pierce me right through,

For they hurt me more than any wound,

And remind me of all that I can't do.

Thy pitiful looks weigh heavy on my heart,

And sap my strength away,

For they drag me down with each passing moment,

And leave me in disarray.

I beg thee, spare me from thy rueful stares,

For I cannot bear the pain,

That comes with being reminded of my weakness,

Again and again.

I need to feel the strength that lies within,

To stand tall and be proud,

And though I may stumble and falter at times,

I know that I can rise above the crowd.

So please, O! Thee deploring eyes,

Steer clear of me and my path,

For I need to focus on my own inner light,

And not let your gaze be my wrath.