I see a snapshot and I read the words
Hear the voice speak at the end of the line
Longing for just a little more face time
Wishing I could fly freely like the birds
See eyes on a page looking back at mine
Trusting, hoping I might be something more
Unsure I'd come close to the me before
Looking for a signal, purely divine
I've failed and I've hurt those I've loved before
Tears I'm responsible for on their cheek
Eyes clinched so tightly, not wanting to peek
To see the tears I'll weep forevermore
Can I find strength to fight this present fight
Lord, be my vision... Oh, Lord, be my sight
((July 6th,2010))
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