I am no longer shut-eyed, I hold no great cards in this hand, For all the nights that I cried, I may never understand, There can't be flowers in blue skies, Oceans don't hold any fire, But for all the times and many tries, My spirit continues higher, I can taste suddenlies taking over, Like the shores of Eden we cannot find, I continue searching every corner, Hope cascading through this mind, Break the pattern that we make, Move past our yesterday, Though the moment feels so fake, Today was never meant for gray.
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