If I could, I would give my eyes back to God Return to sender, address unknown To remove from me the grief that comes With being slightly shadowed in everyday situations These pinpricks of space that adjust appropriately To the dark, to the light, unto the breach Can't see the leaf on the wind, watch how it soars Tired of seeing halfway, can't meet you there neither I can't get anything right.
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