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 by dying trees.
a scar is only so when cuts run too deep
forgiveness rests upon the 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 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