CANADIAN EYES

She was born in Canada in a large populated town,

A hot summer in 1980, with a happy tearful sound,

She was a Canadian baby girl with eyes that shined,

As her world was just beginning as so was mine.

 

She wore dresses that were cute for her toddler age,

We crossed paths early on, as we were writing our page,

As a child, who knew jumping in the pile of maple leafs,

Would be symbolic, as she is now protected from the thieves.

 

In her childhood, she always wanted to meet her prince,

At age 16 with hairpins, her Canadian eyes saw love and has ever since,

Stood by her husband with her tears hitting Canadian soil,

As she is safeguarded by the men and women who are loyal.

 

It is in the best interest for Canada as a nation,

To finally tell the truth and stop changing stations,

Let my writings become enforceable and let her go,

To put the accountants away for good without a flow.

 

Some may think we live in igloos, but it is not that cold,

The devastation this probe has cause without her to hold,

Over five years she was hidden from my Canadian eyes,

As she wore contacts to hide her identity in disguise.

 

The deception and the lies everyone around has made,

My wife will agree, whose Canadian eyes never fade,

That I had prior knowledge of how accounting works,

She never thought I was so powerful with my many perks.

 

The Department of Defence is protecting other countries,

As they left a crusader behind, as they do what they please,

I was a Canadian beaver who built a fort and was endangered,

As no one came to rescue me except her who was my hanger.

 

Our Canadian eyes saw the corruption and the people in power,

I lived in fear and terror as emergency signals hit the towers,

No one has ever identified themselves except the north,

Who are strong and brave as I give my appreciation coming forth.

 

Canada might have colours of red and white,

The home and city of Windsos who put up a fight,

But in Canada, it has two set of eyes who knew,

All about the fraudulent markets and what is true.

 

In Canada, we might not have a lot of resource,

But we have a ship that heard my code in Morse,

I want to thank that Canadian ship and the captain,

As our Canadian eyes saw and she is my honour with hairpins.