some
things sink in
some
take flight
how
much hope do you need
to
decide
i heard
thirteen songs of hope
sung by
a giant
who
strains his bloodshot eyes to see the light
he
knelt and prayed
he did
it right
but
somewhere in the distance
blame
replied
‘you’ll
need a ship
it’ll
take some might’
may
mean more to the husband
than
the wife
you may
feel it
but you
can’t fly
sometimes
you have to close your eyes
to get
it right
here’s the
catch
the
edge
seek the
comfort
keep
the comfort
in your
bed
you
wouldn’t know
to see
me cry
than
none of this
and
none of you
will
survive
curly
hair
told
curly lies
she
tried to make the day
seem
like the night
in the
end
she
couldn’t hide
the
very last thing she did
was
force a smile
some
things weak
some
things shy
sometimes
you have to close ‘em quick
close ‘em
tight
blurry
skies
burning
bright
i have
tried
i have
tried
i have
tried
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