i remember it was at night
and all i lost was my sight
drawn in the middle of the night
stuck onto a flight
that has defined my plight
and i searched for might
like for a sword to a knight...
Reality blew me like a kite
out of the dream into day light
now i have both hands to fight
To watch and guard with my sight
against the winds, storms, and blight
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