Words might be, but just a few
Misaligned and thrown askew
Sorrowful, too sad a view
Balanced not, in me they stew...
Yet they hit so hard, don't you ?
Feel alone and lost, will you ?
Brighten up a lil', thank you...
Balanced still, in me fly you...
...and when Ye gone
in winter's dawn...
...and when Ye come
in winter's sun...
I searched for them so high...
...across the sky...
And searched for them so low...
...within my soul...
When they were here before my eyes...
...in ocean deep...and blue blue skies...
A moment yet too far in time...
A dream too frail...a dream of mine...
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