and the hues of red when the night breaks
I thank God for blessing with the gift of sight
If I let this pain drown me then I will probably never learn to appreciate
What He gave me He can also take
away
I probably cried because I never realised
The soul is worn and torn after falling the second time
Covered with dirt and dust
I know it yearns for something else
The waves could perhaps ease
the mischief and mayhem of it which never seems to be pleased
I hug this pillow to myself tight
Suppress and suppress
when will you do it right.
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