Slowly filled with led
with a word floating down to me
A whispered wake up call
Push my dreams to fall
And sly complacency
Looking back to what
I fear was never luck
Was calling back to me
But I ran years away
Just From a solumn day
When my loves came here to sing
Their trite slow eulogy
And propose You marry me
And a joy invades my chest
To be the bride to be
A growing life to see
And ending in your rest
All That I see,
what you want it seems
Is just a little help
But news that screams to me
"how can a blind man see"
Was dead, now washed free.
tryin poetry,
it seems concise to me
but rhyme is just a word
Praising as an end
so throw an ear to lend
And grow from things just heard
no expert on the field
with a heart, soul to yield.
And well, that's all you need.
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