To try and hold my hand
To witness and to understand
The depths of human conscience
Of how wonder makes you grow up so fast
That the straws I draw
Are always the shortest
It didn't come with the clouds, my dear
But emerged from constant fear
Self discovery, this tune
That always stays somber in my head
My friends, which you all know
Witnessed my lack of spirit
They only see their reflection in my eyes
While in theirs I see fire
The one that misses in my gaze
That leaves room only for desire
I leave no room for doubt
When I say you're someone without
I'd be a no one
Deprived of your perfection
I should stop, taking a moment
To pay direction
Feel dedication and affection
To a piece of light in my wake
For as I trek across the stage
Towards the portcullis
To give an ending to this page
To the short story I wrote
End it so I may start again
With my darkened pupils choking in the light
Of your presence, your touch
Your smile forever bright
Time I got things right
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