My eyes blur my wonderful world. Makes it hard to see what my future may hold. When they see will i see my life in spots. My world torn apart my thoughts. Thoughts of what I have lost, but at what is at cost. My earth shattered by what I can be. Is there hope yet for me? One day I will dream of a better place. The one past time and place. My life knocked down. I bend to gather the pieces from the grown. And walk tall with held high because I know... I can touch the sky. My dreams and wishes blur... My faith and soul torn.
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