If you really look what do you see?
The space in front of your face filled with dreams.
But when you focus there's nothing really there.
And when you blink to discern it's gone forever.
If you really look what you're going to find?
Maybe love, maybe loss, maybe something dumb.
When you pause to write who guides you hand?
When the rhyme is not a rhyme but a breath.
If you really love what's gonna be the keep?
Blood flows, tears fall and a will is croaked.
When you dare to grieve who's holding your head?
The light is dim but the sun still shines.
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