الكلمات الأصلية
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my distraction grows in leaps and bounds
in every year gone by.
my addresses now so lovely penned
the blind would shed a tear
maybe I don't need the things that you and you need
and maybe I'm the shadow cast
on drying grass and dying trees.
a scar is only so wen cuts run too deep
forgiveness rests upon weight
of what we give and what we keep
maybe there's a footprint I left a life ago.
if so, there's something beautiful
out there, somewhere, I know
words can only reach the ears
of whom you aim to speak
a stone can only roll
so far as the ground is not too steep
and I aim to speak to generations
I wish to touch but one
drive to tears that something beautiful
may never come undone
