Snow blinds while the colors and sounds They shape my garden of sound And no repeat to the notes that I seek Just Write em down, in a verse take a peak I try my best to approach day by week, and not the month, or the year or the crowd A gentle breeze or a wisper from God I'll take my chance and become the mirage No bullet vest, or a treasure to find How many grains of sand be left to the time The time has come for a need to be these hall of walls they seem to need a newer sound to bounce off these walls reverb a sound that can fill this call the river flows yet feels so warm its given life when I felt so torn I take a sip and feel reborn I see the stars than I feel the warmth I feel the warmth and I dont know what to do these floors are cold so long I've grown use to the view and to the feel from in this glass the lense bend light to help me pass my way in life so blind at hand but visions man they come my way of greater times and times far away
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